Jason Smith
Bio
A writer, and then some.
Stories (5/0)
The Ghosts Of Regret
Fire crackling, echoing into the night, a deep voice cuts through the force of the flames. “For generations, we have tended this farm, this apple orchard has produced for our family; fed us, clothed us, paid us, given its life blood to support this family, and you, you don’t even want to continue its legacy?! YOUR LEGACY! You want to go off and be an actor. What kind of uncertain life is that to lead?! The legacy of this farm runs through your veins, the spirits of the ancestors flow through these lands! The bodies of those before you, have helped grow these trees that give us the life we have! I can’t look at you right now, go prepare the water from the spring, and take your time!”
By Jason Smith3 years ago in Fiction