I am an advent reader of non-fiction, mystery, sci-fi, and fantasy novels. I want my platform to be mainly about the short novels I write as well as a few personal stories I can share with everyone. I appreciate all my readers.
Sounds are broken. Mind is racing. Vision is blurred. Colors are bleeding. Breath is being taken. Voice is stuck.
My Crooked Story
Disclaimer: The following story includes triggers such as hospital anxiety, malpractice, and acts of violence. This story is intended to inform and not discriminate against hospital staff. Just a family passed down story of my childhood that I think is a bit too ridiculous not to share.
Created in love and in care, we believe this place is safe. We bring our leaves and our feathers to build a home. Taking little care of the metal poles around us. We are free.
Bed Time Story Challenge
Growing up I loved to read the silliest little stories. Some stories I read because they had cute little pictures in them. Other stories were because the main character had an imaginary friend. As I grew up, the stories I read became more mature and tended to be a bit on melancholic side. When I was in elementary school my teacher assigned us a list of books to read. If we could read all these books by the end of the week and make a report on my favorite one, then we'd get candy at the end of the day. Your typical strategy to get kids to read and write. Fortunately for me, I had already read most of the books on that list. But there was a few that I hadn't read before so I still had some homework to do. One of these unread books was titled "The Giving Tree." Searching around my school library, I was able to find the picture book. The first think I noticed was the mostly green cover, and a little boy looking up at a tree. It was relatively thin so I thought I had no problem of reading it within the hour.