a short story written in poetic form about youth and loss.
stories
A Box of Buttons
My grandma kepta box of buttons.Inside you could findthe history of 100 years.The history of a woman,a daughter,a wife,a mother.My grandma kepta box of buttons.A box of memoriesof a life well lived.Each button tells its story,it's covered in the memoriesof each place it traveled,each person who it touched.Each button different,some plain,some intricate,some dented, misshapen,or broken … Continue reading A Box of Buttons
Appearances are not Always as They Seem
GRAPHIC WARNING: I don't get too grotesque in this, but there is mention of guns and blood near the end. If this is upsetting to you it may be best not to read. The good news is though most of my other writing doesn't contain anything like it! As the sun dawned over the blissful … Continue reading Appearances are not Always as They Seem
The Old Grandfather Clock
At the hour when all seems still in the dusk of night, the sky sits an unwavering sheet of black, blanketing the horizon. And the old grandfather clock chimed midnight. Noise erupted from its bellows, sending forth a shrill sound through the dead night of the old, crickety house. Though none of the residents of … Continue reading The Old Grandfather Clock
Spaceship Thoughts 