Stories
— No Way to Escape It’s just me. The only one left. Global warming is unforgiving. Bones and skulls litter the ground. Every time one crunches under my foot, I wince,...
— A large gust of wind seeped through the growing cracks of the old shack. A feeling of fear ran through Lilliana’s body and brought chills down her spine. She smoothed...
— A small orange shape padded through the forest, barely making a sound. He entered a clearing, skirting the edge of a cliff. Wind ruffled his fur. He walked to the...
— Weeping Willow Words: And, Tree, Happy, Flame, Suddenly, Whisper The old oak tree swayed ever so slightly in the playful summer breeze, one that was like a young child oblivious...
— The Guinea Pig Left Behind The guinea pig shuffled around, pacing in her cage, and padding about on the soft scraps of wood beneath her paws. She had been...
— An Author’s Evolution I remember standing at the very top of the jungle gym. While two chestnut braids swayed down by my hips And bangs, in need of a trimming,...
— A Pair of Eyes The flat bottom of the gondola sliced through silent yet disturbed waters with the smoothness of silk and the quickness of a little bird. As Eva...
— and and what is and? and is between even though is is between between and and and is walking and talking and is cause and effect and is so and...
— A Fallen Blue Words: global warming, boat, sing, soundlessly, wolf, furious The sky was furious. Smoke drifted up, up, up into the blue. Her voice, so intoxicatingly sweet most days,...
— Cinnamon the dragon loved jello, Cinnamon ate jello every day. Jello on toast, jello spaghetti, Jello in April and May! Cinnamon’s favorite jello was green, He ate it most of...