The Wintering Sky

Horizon bruises into black and blue, Battered by the turning of the seasons, The harsh patterns of the coming solstice. A time of sacrifice, of old things dying,

Henry the hedgehog

A nice short story about a hedgehog

The Day The Ravens Left the Tower

Caught in a flap, whistling down the wind, Winging their way back to the tower Ruined and crumbling by the westering fields. Built on a whim by Victorian industry,

Come in and sit down

Come in and sit down Kevin. How are you? Well, you know...

The Guardian goes Awry

Standing ragged against the rain, Only a torn jacket to scare the crows, Hunched in darkness onto the pole, Fixing him to his lonely spot. Row upon row, field upon field of crops,
Cherry

Aghast

I come to you and you freeze, bitter and poised like a praying mantis plotting all possible futures on the tawdry graph of life.
Cherry

Selling Success

What if ambition was a commodity...

18 January 2013 - Bearing down

It's turned to snow but, well, why let the truth get in the way of a good story. As someone once said to me.

ENCHANTRESS

met one lately ?

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