Wolf Hunt you who encourages the wolf that bites and injures, that mutilates and weakens you pretend to be trying to stop it, but instead you scratch it behind the ears your homes are wolf-proof just hearing it howl outside your door, but sometimes you find fur across your path and what was staring through your windows last night? in other places the wolf can get through the holes in the roof, the thin cracks in the door, or can be heard scuttling across the rotting boards and while you're sitting secure unworried about all the death and decay in the street, your silence will end you will open your door to find white sharp teeth and blood on your doorstep Joanne Fisher
This was a poem I wrote when I was younger…
I’m thinking about putting The Oracle story on hiatus. There has a been a sharp decline in interest in the story. I know the main character is not an easy person to like, but that was sort of the point of it… When I bring it back I’ll probably truncate the story so it ends sooner than I was planning. There was going to a be a build up of tension on the ship. but I can always allude to it later in the story. The latest installment of Contraband has also not done so well, but as there is only one more episode to come, I’m not as concerned about that.
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