DORANAP

When I awakened it had snowed and great mother dawn gave of her sovereign bosom casts of orange across a sleepy and dreamy sky. Beyond the ancient grove stand jingling trees of rime, and stretched beneath Sewall’s eye are their windward forks, placid in form, thin, skeletal and dangling with the weight of Salem’s inquest upon them. Doranap is a story that challenges your perception. It is a thrill to those who enjoy a great ghostly story. It is like a modern day Edgar Allen Poe sort of read. Unique wording and it raises the bar for most readers. Find a quiet place and take a day or two to read it twice. Each time you read Doranap you will find something new. WWW.MASTERHATTON.COM