"A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen." ~J. R. R. Tolkien
Hail and well met, readers of this post. There is no need for me to point out how rarely there are posts on this site, but the fact remains that there are rarely posts on this site. I am endeavoring to remedy that by composing content I would not be ashamed to publish. Whilst I… Continue reading Excerpts from an Excursion
"Do you see anything?” Cora said, craning her neck to glimpse outside from where she sat. Baxter glanced at her and shook her dark head as she rapidly retreated back to the other side of the coach.
One day you are at the doctor’s office in the waiting room, patiently waiting for your monthly checkup when out of the blue a gnarly voice asks: “So, you’re one of those Bible thumping Jesus freaks huh?” Glancing around in surprise, you reply you are not a freak, but yes, you are a Christian, and how did they guess?
...“Hey!!” I yell, tugging back with all my might. The tension only increases and I am being dragged across the pavement. I feel the eyes of everybody in the awning fall on the scene. why doesn’t anybody help?! I think desperately...
Corliss rolled her head from side to side, unkinking her neck as she turned to view her appearance in the mirror, unconsciously biting her lower lip. She had to look perfect, better than she ever had before, because this was it. This is the night she had dreamed of for so long. The night where her one wish would begin to come true.
Imagine that you are walking in a forest...
There! I wasn’t hearing things, someone is calling me, but the voice sounds muddled, distant. I feel like I’ve sunk in the ocean, and the voice is on the surface, calling through the depths of water to reach me at the bottom...
Greetings! for my first post I present to you all a story--that does not have a middle or ending
The Irregular Undómiel 