Hill House, not sane stood by itself against its hills holding darkness within. It had stood so for a hundred years before my family moved in and might stand a hundred more. Within, walls stood upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House. And whatever walked there walked alone
You have written of these ‘’companions’’ as you call them. You say you were afraid of them. But do you know what really scares us? It is not things that go bump – or even hiss- in the night. Our fears are much closer than that. We are afraid of the things inside us.
Hi dear bookworms! Another TTT and another great topic to express our deepest bookish desires! This week’s prompt is Bookstores I’ve Always Wanted to Visit, which is great for me, as I’ve only ever visited local bookstores in Serbia, and only a handful abroad.
Some of you already know I’ve spent two weeks in September on the amazing peninsula Kassandra in Greece, which is a part of the wonderful Halkidiki. I’ve decided to put together a short piece on how I spent my vacation there, and what you can expect if you decide to visit it yourself.
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
Hello lovely bookworms! Hope you’re having a nice Friday because for most of us this means – two days off work are coming! I wish we’d invent another day and put it between Saturday and Sunday (We can call it Funday), because I need that more than anything in my life, for real.
Mr. Rochester grunted. “Miss Eyre, listen to me. I believe there is a string below your rib, and it stretches across class and age to me, and it is attached beneath my rib. And if you find another suitable position, and leave me, you will pull it out. And I will bleed.