…and the three men I admire most, the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost, they grabbed the last train for the coast…

NIGHTMAIDEN! I’m so glad to see you!
that aside, a very well versed ficly, that I drank in. Ahh. it’s good to have you back.

I. Wouldn’t. Survive.
Though I dislike the world you’ve created this was beautifully written! Well done.

Absoultely mind-stonkingly beautiful.

Your word-craft is stunning, and it was the kind of story that just leaves you reeling from the level of emotional response you drew from me in such a short space.

My only spot was ‘there is no one perhaps me who would dare write’. Do you mean ‘no one except me’?

But other than that, gorgeous. Brava. MH :)

Wow, thank you guys. :) I’m glad this piece had a warm reception.

@DoItForScience: I wouldn’t be surprised if they had.

@ElshaHawk: Haha, I haven’t been around, have I? ^^; Sorry about that.

@Catherine: Me neither. Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.

@Mostly Harmless: What am I supposed to say to that except thank you, thank you? xD I had no characters left, so I think I’ll leave that as it is. It sounds like an error, anyway, and she’s writing in her journal. :) Thank you, again!

Absolutely haunting.
I agree with Catherine; I would not live but a superb piece of writing.
I love the gentle beginning, about beginnings no less, always a fun thing to muse on.