My life is a little crazy. Four kids, homeschool, hotel clerk, write, create and coffee. Coffee is a verb. Do you coffee? I aspire to blow glass and finish / publish my novel. I would like to have an impact. Also, coffee.
Her words drifted to me like grains of sand on a breeze. “What do you notice?” My eyes darted from left to right but I saw nothing. I felt warm. I heard a steadily increasing rhythm. A train maybe... Yes, a train. But its hypnotic chugging wasn’t the strongest sensation I had.
Here, There be Dragons
"There weren't always dragons in the valley," Simeon whispered softly to his daughter Sage and gripped her hand. The storm was raging outside their weathered hovel, a sanctuary, but in the distance they could still hear the roar of a lurking monster. "What happened?" she whispered almost imperceptibly. They were huddled, hunched down away from the windows in the dark. Only the moonlight on the wooden floor created any visibility in the one room shelter. They were close enough that she could see her father's breath hanging in the air as he began "Time happened."