With a soft click of my tongue and an application of gentle knee pressure, we were off! Jumping logs, ducking branches, and eating up what felt like miles of ground as we flew, our movements one with each other. She, an animal, me a human working together as one unit for our freedom. If anyone … Continue reading Only Sadness
I had the urge to sit down and write. I gave in to that urge and this is the result of my writing. It's broken, It's messy and it's manic yet it works. Check it out and leave me some love if you like what you read. The Fire Of Freedom. The candle flame danced … Continue reading The Fire Of Freedom
About the story. I love dogs. When I wrote this piece of writing for a competition, I new I wanted to write about them. SO I did. This is a long story I know. I promise the end is worth the long read. A meme from Facebook. If the alt text is unable to be … Continue reading The Bite For Freedom
I wrote this little piece of fiction at my writers group the other week. The prompt was related to a time when you felt you didn't fit in. This was my interpretation. White Breads Woe Once upon a time in a land where health food reigned supreme, there lived a lonely loaf of white bread. … Continue reading White Bread’s Woe
About the Story This little short story is probably a rather strange interpretation of the song that inspired it. While listening to a radio show of a friend of mine, I heard a beautifully written song by Zoë Wren. The song is one of the tracks on her album which can be purchased on Bandcamp. … Continue reading The Lady’s Lullaby
Every day on my way to work I pass by a grand old house with a beautiful garden set out in the front yard. A sign attached to the mailbox advertises flowers for sale and an elderly man sits in a rocking chair on the wide veranda with a cup of tea by is side … Continue reading The Flower Man.
Spread out in the small yet spacious draw was a black and white cat. To my surprise, she was surrounded by kittens.Seven of them to be precise. After tending to the needs of mama cat and her little ones I shuffled back to the kitchen,eager to have my coffee at last.
A little introduction. This piece was inspired by a song produced by my partner. The song is also called Dance Of The Wolves and can be listened to on his SoundCloud profile. As always, happy reading. Dance Of The Wolves. Lia sat in the small tin shed on the edge of her family’s property and … Continue reading Dance Of The Wolves
she sat at the base of the tree and let loose a long, low howl aimed at the moon. She howled for her friends, her pack, her family, and him. The here and now were not important. Only that point in time mattered, for they had gone. All of them, gone. The rival pack had … Continue reading Wolf’s Rage
She huddled in the corner of her seat and clutched the tattered photograph to her chest. Not wanting to let go of the last memory she had of them, she ignored the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She didn't care that her makeup was ruined. All she focused on was the photo. Not even … Continue reading New Beginnings