“But daddy, I am scared of the dog in the rain.” She told her father with eyes as wide as saucers.
“Sweetheart, look out the window and see there is no rain out there and no dog either; it was a dream.” The father assured her, kissing her forehead and guiding her back to her pillow.
“It said you’re going to Hell.” She claimed before drifting back to sleep.
The first drops of rain hit the windows, sounding like knocking on a coffin.
A chill ran down him to his very soul.
Outside, he thought he heard a dog growling.★
A chill ran down him to his very soul.
Outside, he thought he heard a dog growling.★
He is also an actor and is the host of an awesome and always entertaining hashtag game on Twitter #tfteotw, which stands for "Tales From The End of The World". If ever you feel like playing, tune in to his YouTube channel and watch out for his weekly video prompts where he explains how to play.
Marc lives in Chicago, but don't worry, you can catch him on social media here:
Twitter (@areyouingrenin)
Last but not least, don't forget to pop in and visit Marc's blog: MarcTizura.wordpress.com
Marc lives in Chicago, but don't worry, you can catch him on social media here:
Twitter (@areyouingrenin)
Last but not least, don't forget to pop in and visit Marc's blog: MarcTizura.wordpress.com
