Samuel’s Song – Part Two of Two: A Darkman Original
The freshly stoked fire threw off a stifling heat and the flames licked the walls with eerie red shadow.
The freshly stoked fire threw off a stifling heat and the flames licked the walls with eerie red shadow.
It was like a symphony – the river and what sounded like a flute…or a recorder. I couldn’t stand, so I crawled to the water’s edge, reaching out for the rock and walking my hands up the side so I could look at the shadow that played the music, but they were gone. All that was left was the…
People today do not think much about zero, we see it as just another number no different than the rest, but zero hides limitless power behind its innocent appearance.
Reginald Stark leaned back in his padded leather armchair with a contented sigh. These were his favorite moments. He had just finished writing his latest column, and he knew it would be another great success. Reginald was a very respected music critic, with a circulation he no longer bothered to calculate. All he knew was that millions of people were affected by his brutally incisive reviews of up and coming musicians, and he recognized himself as the gateway to the elite. Many careers were stopped short and dismantled by no more than one page of Reginald’s type; very few made the cut. The audience could not see the delicate intricacies that define true musical worth, so Reginald decided to show them.