The Ways of Manipulation...
Praying on the weakness of others, scheming up plots to bring them to their knees, acts of manipulation for her own gain, secrets kept while playing games for her own dirty deeds.
"I have them where I want them," Is this the feeling going through her head as she weaves her web of lies, said the spider to the fly as she lured it to her demise.
Giving praise to plump them up so the reward will be so sweet, never did they suspect that they were the meal she soon would eat.
Spreading charm in every way to get the best of many, then turning around to seed the spoils of contempt to grow to plenty.
A razor tongue to spill out words to get her needs and thrills. Promises made and vows sworn to later go unfulfilled.
Gaining trust by whatever means to hell with what damages are caused, as long as she gets what she wants by sneakiness, destruction, and fraud.
Rumors are spread by her very own lips harming her victim any way that she wishes. Denying the fact she spread any news not caring her act was vicious.
Once caught up in the spiders web unable to set yourself free, down comes the spider to take a bite and sucks out the blood of thee.
A Life Together Beyond This World
There are so many theories about what happens after we die. Of all of those, reincarnation scares me the most because it would mean we inevitably take separate paths at some point. I have been wondering for a while now if we could make a special petition asking God to spare us from brilliant pearly gates, and allow us to roam beautiful sunny meadows alongside each other side for all of eternity. Tell me, my love, does the spellbinding possibility of such a promising afterlife existing—as slight as it may be—overwhelm you with unearthly happiness the way that it does for me?
The Unpredictability of Nature
A heavy dark gray blanket hovered low over the entire city. The sunset slowly transformed these crossed clouds into an otherworldly mass that churned and threatened to unleash torrential rain.
Commuters hurried to avoid the inevitable storm. It was the height of rush hour, but the avenues were quickly emptied.
Many ran into the nearest bars and restaurants to wait. Happy hour will be extended judging from the look of the weather conditions.
A clap of thunder vibrated the windows of the older tenement buildings. Blinding white light disappeared as soon as it was seen followed by another rumble.
Garbage rolled by like urban tumbleweeds. The parking signs began to wave, back and forth.
This last clap of thunder echoed beyond the tristate area. What was thought to be a rain shower became an electrical storm. Cranes, many stories above took the brunt of the punishment. No deaths were reported this time, but the construction industry suffered millions, the news said.