Philip E. Kakala's Blog – April 2013 Archive (2)

                                                                          Chapter 1

I was an normal worker in the fields of Africa, feeling the hot sun burning my skin, but it was on that day when I lost something that cannot be regained, for I lost the only thing that kept me at bay, my family. As I watched the ashes on the face of my wife, and the blood of my two children sinking into the soil, I knew Ihad nothing to live for. I threw my self in my own invisible…

Chapter 1 Part One

 It was a cold winter night. As blood dances onto of the ice, just like mice, with the cold hearted insight, no one would be safe tonight. For the blood links to the dress, with blood it will never end, for as long as she stays in this dress, blood will always fall to the end. The woman, who wares this dress, will never be in stress, she will always be in her dress, for the blood she seeks is in your chest. The woman's name should never be said, because if you do,…