Torggil's World

No Respite And what of Dreams? The kind when the lights are out, Feared images brought forth Twisted memories given life By the gna...

The Hole in the Floor   The farmhouse looked, empty, abandoned.  The grounds weren't kept, and the barn was little more than a ruin...

The Caravan     We decided to follow the caravan.  We wanted to determine where the stolen goods were going, as that caravan may well...

Well, I've gotta work in Cairns for the enxt three weeks which means I'll be blogging sporadically to say the least.  I have more ...

I am a lover of music.  But I love no specific type.  I basically listen to everything- pop, blues, metal, classical, country, but the song ...