A love good music never grow old.

A lingering eternity…

Kara’s on her way home. She has thoughts of Max, makes some breakfast and finds the hard truth in what she has become.

Continuation of my novel.

Remembering someone after they are gone.

Kara learns what it means to be a Sifter in her new world. She has a run in with a vampire and is about to head back to her home state of Maine.

Poem.

Critiques and comments would be much appreciated. Thank you.

If you don’t know what a Luddite is, look it up. This poem formed in my mind weeks ago, I finally took the time to write it down. Poetry does not have to rhyme.

Kara sees her first dead body and is suprised as the secrets kept by vampires. Her training as a sifter is almost complete.