A poem about nyctophobia, an extreme fear of darkness.
Sprinkles as a metaphor for something far more sinister. Enjoy.
she is lost or should i say i lost her near the graveyard of stars.
she went missing since then or should i say that i miss her , goes by the name of many flowers but she likes to be called scarred ba...
My first black out poetry from a kid's chapter book page. Thanks to my library I work at for this activity βΊπ 6/6/19
Written the day after this event. It was not, as it turns out, the last blackout.
This is a longer short story--it's part of what will be the Botanist and the Engineer, a short story series. It's set in space, in the future. I hope you enjoy!
This is his first time on a spaceship....
The pain woke her up. She tried to remember what happened last night but as much as she tried, everything went blurry after she left the house-warming party for a quick breather. And yet she was in he...
Sprinkles as a metaphor for something far more sinister. Enjoy.
she is lost or should i say i lost her near the graveyard of stars.
she went missing since then or should i say that i miss her , goes by the name of many flowers but she likes to be called scarred ba...
My first black out poetry from a kid's chapter book page. Thanks to my library I work at for this activity βΊπ 6/6/19
Written the day after this event. It was not, as it turns out, the last blackout.
This is a longer short story--it's part of what will be the Botanist and the Engineer, a short story series. It's set in space, in the future. I hope you enjoy!
This is his first time on a spaceship....
The pain woke her up. She tried to remember what happened last night but as much as she tried, everything went blurry after she left the house-warming party for a quick breather. And yet she was in he...