D. M. Foster
Bio
I'm returning to a childhood dream of writing, with much to learn! Now retired, I've got the time and it's calling me to come home, be still, and learn how to do the work to let the creative juices flow.
Stories (3/0)
The Spell
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." On that night, the feeling of an unholy rage filled the air, as the wind howled, the lightning flashed, and the thunder rolled. The foul taste of bitterness, and death was swallowed up by the dark sky, as it spewed forth a torrent of putrid smelling black rain down upon the roof of that accursed cabin and the woods all around it.
By D. M. Foster 2 years ago in Fiction
Old Man Plugins and His Big Ol' Shade Tree
They called my daddy, "Old Man Plugins" because he kept 'plugging along." When he made up his mind about something, he didn't quit. He was an old man when I was born but he taught me how to do the same thing...keep on going. He taught me to have faith and believe in my dreams, even when nobody else did. Daddy showed me by his example. He grew a tree that we all thought was impossible. This is my story about my daddy.
By D. M. Foster 2 years ago in Families
