Let us, a crimson sunset, be or wheeling starlings in the sky; try to live life more gloriously; blaze blindingly before we die. With music, let our...
-------------------------------The Switch - Flash Fiction----------------------------------------------------------- The criminal peered through the...
Have you seen the dancing trees? They dance in the Autumn breeze. When the Autumn breeze doth blow they wave their branches to and fro. Have you seen...
All through the Winter bleak and dreary, the Sun seems like an absent friend but he will come home bright and cheery and, with green Springtime, make...