Scribbles and tales
Heart pounding so hard, each second making it more difficult to breathe. Lying on his deathbed he thought, "heaven above or all the way beneath?" Would it be everlasting or writhing pain? Would everything fall apart and nothing remain? His family by his side, even the ones who just visited during the holidays. How come... Continue Reading →
Crack! went the shell, A sound only few could hear. Would the hatched one dwell? Nothing but the future would bear. Not so much of a vision to see. All covered up in slime. Would something great this ever be, Worthy enough to be put in a rhyme? Slithering and sliding, Passing through the riverbank.... Continue Reading →
The left handed Fiona 