1st generation Canadian-Hungarian
Father, Fly fisher, Chef, Reader, Leader, and working on writer.
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Under The Clouds Of The Bloom Generation
"Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky." Captain Wallaby stared at the paper on his desk, then dropped his face in his hands, massaging his leathery, wrinkled cheeks. Tears began welling in the saggy pillows of his lower eyelids—the awful conglomeration of words was written by, Aralia, one of his prize pupils.
The Apocalypse of Tomar and the Templar Tomb
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Blackened from fire and dried like jerky from the smoke, bodies lay twisted and heaped along the small section of street available to the narrow view of her once idyllic hometown of Tomar, Portugal.