by Lisa M Peppan
a night fit for
the purplest of purple prose, doom-saying ravens, and opium
induced visions of the blackest Hell--
--We interrupt this
story for a special announcement--
I have pulled The Twelve
for the time being so I might submit it to Writers of the Future.
Should something really cool happen, you'll see it here.
Lisa M Peppan 1998-2010