Jesse Wiedemann
Bio
With a pen in hand, you can envision a new world and live amongst Witches, Wolves and Fae.
Stories (2/0)
Tink Tink Tink
Its been raining this past week. Hard. When it finally seems like it’s going to let up and the sun will have its moment to shine bright in a cloudless sky, there is another crack of thunder and the rain pounds harder on the old tin roof. Tink Tink Tink. We have been saved from the wet by this roof. No matter how many old stories my mother used to tell me about how the sounds of the rain on the metal shingles would sooth her, the noise still rattles me down to my bones. It doesn’t sound comforting to me. It sounds akin to nails on a chalk board. The sound of death tapping on your window beckoning you to let him in. And it just never lets up.
By Jesse Wiedemann3 years ago in Fiction