Here, let me hand you these small words let them linger ever so slightly melting into the soil never quite becoming sand castles a testament…
Tag: storytelling
Old Ned could put his nose in the air and smell misery from miles away. He never missed an opportunity to help. Oh yes, Ned…
My father’s younger brother followed him into World War II like a pesky little brother would ready to do his part ready to make his…
Let’s write a dim, pastoral scene at the edge of a cliff far from a city of swans then perhaps, relive the scene from its…