Stories

Bill has spent his first Christmas for many years both on his own and away from home

Welcome! To a place where it walks like a poetry and other writings, quack like one but does not sit like poetry.

There is no aim for this writing.

The heavens are vast and full of unknown.

Contain things that are not poetry.

This has been my flash fiction collection 2022. Due to unforeseeable developments, spontaneous ideas, and the wolf and the dragon not keeping their mouths shut it is now my Claws and Paws flash fiction collection. Shorts will be added randomly.

The last thing Hunter wanted was a new neighbor. He enjoyed his cabin and sitting on his deck. But, a large moving van and blinking sneakers changed all of that.

A collection of poetry.

It was a gift and now it's time to return it.

All the little shards of life and stories floating in space, all tales the imagination possibly cooked up. Fragments of those that cannot make to its full potential yet still significant in the eyes of the holder. The little bits of happiness and grief, life its self.

Contain Short Stories

Trigger Warning: Cannibalism, Blood, Mental Health Issues: Anxiety, Depression, BPD (Any under this umbrella to be safe. Will be updated)

Wrting Prompt exercises

My responses to various prompts

My prompt responses, since the only reason I write them down is to quite that little voice some call a muse.