The star became two stars. And two became three. Then Edgar saw that the stars, which were lanterns, were being held by tiny dark shapes against the dusky evening sky. And the shapes became men and horses drawing sleighs.
“But she had the German penchant for telling people off, and she died alone at 81, having scolded away all her friends.”
Suffering cannot last forever Green and living sorrows Will be as the wind-blown leaves. Wind-blown sorrows, Wind-blown dreams – Your tomorrows Will see them as fallen brown…… Read more “Windblown”
Story ideas I’m thinking of: A telepathic graphic designer who can change design on a page or screen just by thinking about it – moving around elements,…… Read more “Story Ideas I’m Thinking Of”
Fairy tales at their heart deal with love. So what is it? By default and necessity, we are born self-centric. Pain, the great teacher of life, would…… Read more “Fairy Tales Themes I believe”
“Why do we write? To make suffering endurable To make evil intelligible To make justice desirable and … to make love possible” -Roger Rosenblatt inspired to requote…… Read more “Why do we write?”