Charlemaine

It's rather sad that I can't have a relationship with someone I love, and who loves me so much. When does love and protectiveness cross the line into borderline paranoia? When does quiet understanding morph into cold silence? When do things start to become...strange? Where you going I'm leaving you No you ain't Come back We're running right back Here we go again It's so insane Cause when it's going good It's going great To think that I looked up to him; adored as a hero as a little girl. Don't we all? Our mother is the first lady in our lives, our father the first man. How does anyone know what happens to that preciousness later, many year...

The most terrifying creatures are reflections of what they project. Those that only torment us but are themselves tormented.Monsters who move with twisted limbs or stilted walk, who leap in freakish fashion instead of an invincible bound, who seem to have woken after a decade or a century of untold suffering.Ghosts with sad faces, vengeful child-spooks with haunted eyes, persistent whispers in the afterworld that come from having been hurt in life.The tragic Frankenstein who was created and then deserted. The werewolf who howls with the pain of every transformation. The Blade bloodsuckers with split gaping maws who seem to have been made a...

Mr Tarantino has nothing on J.M. Barrie. The author of the beloved Peter Pan was a small, frail man with an imagination that rivalled the bloodlust of Blackbeard, a writer who unleashed a romp through the fantasy battlefield of little boys – but with a very real body count.Not that anyone makes a big deal of it. All's fair in child's play, after all. And Peter is nothing if not fair. "There's a pirate asleep in the pampas just beneath us," Peter told him. If you like, we'll go down and kill him.""Suppose," John said, "he were to wake up."Peter spoke indignantly. "You don't think I would kill him while he was sleeping! I would wake him firs...