The clock strikes twelve. As the moon illuminates a lonely road and the fields almost swallowed by darkness, a hag appears in the window that flickers like candlelight. With her…
Take me for a walk, she always told herself. She would journey over the hills and wander through the clouds; that is where she always found her home. During the…
I have never written anything that did not give me a sense of freedom. And that is typically the result of free-writing. There are times when the words do not…
There is a little buddy hanging around this place. He warms up my lap while I type away some fictitious world or being. *** Any other writing pets, share them…
Featured Image Source Her gentle sway gleaming in the spotlight; he watched her dance in that Summertime dress. The maiden's eyes young and the years do not seem to age.…