The Lock KeeperTHE LOCK KEEPER© 2010 Bonnie WatsonEamon Lorccan felt, rather than saw, the presence of the key approach the Temple doors. Behind him, a small chest perched in the center of an altar. A constant glow of pulsating crimson haze encircling the chest beat with each anticipated moment of Eamon's heart. From around his neck, the silver medallion symbolizing his family's heritage did nothing to console the young man's doubts. Had he made the right decision?It was the slam of entrance doors flung wide that readied his first spell. Faces mattered little, for his full attention was drawn to the key held in front of the one who entered. Rage boiled through the young man's veins. His own hand lifted, and a string of flames sprang from his outstretched fingers. The Temple's wooden pews disintegrated. Even after the flames extinguished, parts of the floor and stone walls continued to glow red hot.Eamon stood breathless, hand still outstretched. Dark swirls of smoke lingered in the air. A si
Going CrazyI'm going crazy here.I'm going crazy there.I'm going crazy standing.Or siting in a chair.My screen is all a blur.My hair is standing on end.I've ceased to read my work.I'm in a state of zen.My boss is out of town.I'm slacking at my desk.It's almost time to go,And give my eyes a rest.I've had enough of this.I'm going to count to ten.Oh look it's time to get!Yay! It's the weekend!