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Stella’s Margarita
Ingredients * 100% Agave Gold Reposado Tequila 1.5oz Cointreau or *Grand-Marnier 0.25 of oz 5 oz Pomegranate juice and Lemon juice 1/2 &1/2 Ice cubes Crushed sea salt on the glass edge Grated lime & orange rinds Lime wheel for … Continue reading
Kelpie
The kelpie is a Scottish creature a water horse of sort. It most commonly appears as a beautiful horse in running water and can be identified by the mane that seems to be constantly dripping wet. The moors were dark, … Continue reading
L’ Ankou the right arm of death
The night of St Sylvester is the night of the new. The black witch of winter is receding in the dark shadows of the cold winter and replaced by a young one a brand new year. L’ Ankou is the right … Continue reading
Grand Pa’s castle
My lids get heavier and I fall asleep unconscious of the furious storm hitting the castle. The windblast all night in the branches of the sycamore facing my bedroom. Hail knocks with force against the window nonstop, like a machine gun. The … Continue reading
The piano keys
Tall weeping willows bordering the leading driveway to this monstrous house called the Swiss Chateau. A mystery in itself, rich folks from out of town own it and keep it closed until the summer months. During the closing period, the … Continue reading
Ghost Story
by Becca Anderson Riley says that after the woman died, they started to see her, hear her, walking along the bridge. The tattered train of her wedding dress, the dirty veil hanging over her face. The echoing call as she … Continue reading
the blood moon
The concept of Ghosts, spirits, angels, demons, and other Paranormal phenomenon is a part of the ethereal-based realm knoWn as the “unKnown”. The passing of peoPle has always been a mysTery––Will there be life after death? Is death the … Continue reading
A New Playground
Stella and I firmly believe through time-honored, haunted stories and personal experiences ––that have some degree of truth in them have to be told. We can say with certitude that we do not believe in the after-life, although we had … Continue reading
Yap, Yap….
In Brittany were I grew up, when I was about twelve years old. One day after school I wandered with a couple of neighborhood kids to the farm of old grouchy Marcel by the duck pond. Nobody ever dared to … Continue reading