The wind has a way of uncovering
all the chinks in my armor:
the gaps between my coat-sleeves and my gloves,
the space between each button, and… 56 more words
1 week, 2 days
The Blind call Winter a time of death with
Her barren woods and forsaken blooms.
“The forests are stripped of their glory,” they cry.
Not so, say I, beholding… 41 more words
How weird is that?
Have you ever thought about how insane and crazy it is that you exist? The chances of you existing approach zero and flirt with it. 476 more words
In the morning, when she woke up, Wisdom mocked her. A dusty light passed through the small window and laid bare the cracks in the warped floorboards. 4,092 more words
1 week, 3 days
First Place, Short Short Story Contest 2013
It took Carson a long time to step into the woods. For a while he just stared like a frightened deer. 744 more words
Second Place, Short Short Story Contest 2013
“Every December, they come. Although we are guilty of no offense, they continue to cut down and dishonor our brothers and sisters. 724 more words
1 week, 5 days