A poem about nyctophobia, an extreme fear of darkness.
'gone with the wind' - not one of my good poems but I hope you enjoy it!
Sprinkles as a metaphor for something far more sinister. Enjoy.
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...
'gone with the wind' - not one of my good poems but I hope you enjoy it!
Sprinkles as a metaphor for something far more sinister. Enjoy.
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...