Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe

Return To Sender
After days of short sleeps and empty glasses of wine, I landed onto the story that threads the realm of the after life. I had barely finished reading the script when suddenly the lights dimmed inside my head; vision struggling against the swarming darkness as my fingers tightened around the pen like a noose around a dead man's neck. The pen dug deeper and deeper onto the paper, unearthing all sorts of shapes and images. Somewhere, I could see the silhouette of a vessel coming out of the mist; at the helm was the dreaded harbinger of the underworld.