Let the blight and rot come forth, Beneath this Yew Wood deep. We bring forth a pestilence and plague, With our hands so keen. For now as we gather strength, Our quarry rears it’s head. Cover them with torment unending, as the sickness seeps in deep. For we will prevail in our dark pursuits, We … More Sinister Countdown- Carmine Octavo
Bells tolled in the twilight their cracked and aged mounting protesting with shrieks unheard above the clamoring din. “Hurry child they won’t be long! You’ve got to flee from this home!” Aunt Harriett’s face was flushed with panic as she pulled Cher’s from the icebox and wrapped a warm loaf into Meredith’s bag. “But Aunt, … More Sinister Countdown- Witch Daughter’s Flight
“Careful there, young master!” Crooned a voice issuing from a throat harsh with age. The very air shivered at the sound. Martin shook sandy blond curls from an apple-cheeked face as he stopped on the muddy lane. The young boy turned around, looking back down the rain-soaked pathway. There, limping between wagon ruts that ran deep … More Sinister Countdown- Grandmother Agnes
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“I’m too old for this,” she moaned as we repositioned her body higher up in the hospital bed. “You are not,” I said, looking her square in the eye. Her eyes narrowed and a gnarled hand reached up to point a finger at my chest, “Boy, I’m 86 years old, I’ve got 15 great-grandkids, and … More Of A Healer: Too Old
“Hey Mary, sorry to bother you again,” I said knocking on the door as I stuck my head in, “I just need to check your drains.” Mary sat in her hospital bed, her bare head wrapped In a colorful scarf. Her wrinkled face broke into even more smile lines as the eighty-two-year-old waved me in. … More Of A Healer: Goat Boy
No one understood the desert, not like me. I could tell by the way each one ran. Their feet fought against the sand, loathing the dust beneath them. I ran with the ground, undulating with each stride. My body and soul turned warm as sand, becoming one. -M.E. InkOwl
*Warning this piece contains some graphic medical descriptions and medical field situations that some may find disturbing.* “Hey, could you come here?” Bev called as she stuck her head out of a room. I hear a note of panic rising slowly in her voice, but didn’t think anything of it as she stepped back beyond … More Of A Healer: In Death’s Arms
We worked together, moving Beth from side to side. She was approaching 85 and having had several major abdominal surgeries to remove multiple cancerous tumors her body was slowly shutting down. Severe edema made both of her legs swell to twice their size and was slowly losing her strength to stand and move. The work was taxing … More Of A Healer: Batman
She’s on her way out, the docs just told us,” she said, tears filling her eyes. I reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder, sharing the look, sharing the fear. “I-, I don’t know how long she’s going to be with us, but I know she would appreciate a visit from you,” she … More Of A Healer: Julie
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