Favorite planet = Earth
Favorite food = raspberries
Favorite person = my wife, Jessica
The grinding of the axe could be heard for miles. It happened once a year, and, when heard, each tree knew that day could be its last. It is a special day where one farmer will give the opportunity for a tree to decide what it will become.
By Mitchell G Kressin3 years ago in Fiction
“SMACK” My cheek hit the concrete, and I could feel the small rocks in my palms as I tried to lift myself from the pavement.
By Mitchell G Kressin3 years ago in Futurism