“A pity, I wish you were my son.”

As I lie here hoping for the end I need your words to remind me  Of a simpler time When the words no longer died in my throat I scream and shout  Only silence greets me now I wish to yell  To tell you that my life has meaning  To prove to you that I…

The Town of Oden

In the hills of the Appalachian Mountains lies a town has been forgotten by time but not by the spirits that come to call it home. These are the stories of Hallow’s Eve in Oden. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sarah sat on the porch taking in the evening air as the mist slowly made its way over the…