The Waiting Game

All to do again...

Mangy Coat

Man, I step out and smell the opportunity of these stirring revolutionary days (and joy does not swell in me) ; I drink fire-water- regularly (with due Bohemian propriety)
Cherry

Buttons

My father is a large man. Larger than a normal man. He's very important. People say so, but they don't need to. I can tell he's important. He knows so. He wears a uniform.

Word Perfect

The path of true love ... and all that.

Higher Power

There is a moment when the darkness Quivers, wavers, and then cracks spraying the sky with orange, red and gold, A moment when the fireflies drown in the light
Cherry

The Hairy Monk

poem

Gambling Consequences

Another nanowrimo short story

Straying Footsteps

A broken Journey through life.

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