Short Story Sunday: Dream a Little Dream…
Damn. What a night. Fighting demons and their fucking friends. Max rarely even thought of using four letter words but … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Dream a Little Dream…
Damn. What a night. Fighting demons and their fucking friends. Max rarely even thought of using four letter words but … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Dream a Little Dream…
As yet another graduation day approaches I thought about memories. So many memories are being made this week. So many … Continue reading Memories
Out in the orchard she stood in the dark yelling at the ghosts to leave. He stood on the veranda … Continue reading Out in the orchard
Let me remember My friend In my own heart With my own memories And the love I had. Don’t tell … Continue reading That was not my friend