dream

New blog post by Pamela Jo – discussions in this thread, please --- “The werewolf’s bride is late.” The words echoing in my head were spoken by a black horse. With a toss of its mane, the horse became a giant bird with wings like grey shrouds. The thing’s eyes remained yellow. As drunkard’s...

I believe in hard work, but I believe in vindication as well. You have a few nightmares, I imagine, before you reach your dream. Cody Rhodes