VICTORIAN SHANNON: CANDY FLOSS SKIES
Everyone has ghosts. They’re always with you, walking by your side, whispering, screaming, begging for you to let them go. Your mind is a graveyard with the darkness slowly spilling out, causing the world around you to seem grim and grey. Is it possible to love a ghost? Will it love you back? Will loving it turn you into a ghost too? Will you fade away? They’ll look for you. In the stars and the golden afternoon light. Much like the tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, in this book, romance and tragedy go hand in hand. It’s as haunted as you and I are.
Everyone has ghosts. They’re always with you, walking by your side, whispering, screaming, begging for you to let them go. Your mind is a graveyard with the darkness slowly spilling out, causing the world around you to seem grim and grey. Is it possible to love a ghost? Will it love you back? Will loving it turn you into a ghost too? Will you fade away? They’ll look for you. In the stars and the golden afternoon light. Much like the tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, in this book, romance and tragedy go hand in hand. It’s as haunted as you and I are.
Everyone has ghosts. They’re always with you, walking by your side, whispering, screaming, begging for you to let them go. Your mind is a graveyard with the darkness slowly spilling out, causing the world around you to seem grim and grey. Is it possible to love a ghost? Will it love you back? Will loving it turn you into a ghost too? Will you fade away? They’ll look for you. In the stars and the golden afternoon light. Much like the tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe, in this book, romance and tragedy go hand in hand. It’s as haunted as you and I are.
By Alice Darling
Page Count: 552