Awaken The DeadA Chapter by Brian K. WaltersAwaken The Dead It's dark and raining outside. I can smell the dampened mold as I climb the stone stairwell. In a circular room at the top of the tower, there is only a large wooden table. On the table lies an old dusty book. Dancing shadows spring from the torches lining the slate gray walls. There is a single barred window cut from the stone. The roots wrap around me further and begin to pull me lower into the stench of death. As the air begins to escape my lungs, I look above me to see the bottom of the gray stone floor again sealing the spot where I last stood.
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6 Reviews Added on February 11, 2008 AuthorBrian K. WaltersMIAboutI have always loved to write.I have been through a lot in my life yet I don't feel I should limit my writings to being just about me. Although some of my poems are about me and my own personal experie.. more.. |

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