Toby Heward
Bio
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
Stories (99/0)
Twas A Time For Sharing
There once lived a family down in the hills of a southern land named the Byrons. They were a peaceful family who had just moved into a new town and were just beginning to set a place up for themselves. Now the place they had chosen looked to be excellent for raising their young family with one little boy and girl with one on the way, but things never seem to go as planned. The residents who had been living in that town were not of the open sort. Most of the time whenever the Byrons would go out, they would often be get strange looks from their new neighbors and it gave them a very uneasy feeling.
By Toby Heward9 months ago in Fiction
Wolves Edge Part 2
The night compared to the last was certainly a brutal one. After the punishment of fleeing the packs home from those invaders with them nipping at my heels, any sort of comfort would have been a sweet relief. But the hard reality of having to sleep out in the cold under the snow, being battered and bruised all over from hitting everything in way while trying to escape did not uplift the mood. The cold blanket of winter had shielded my scent from the previous days attackers, but it had left me more weary that rested; especially my tail since it was tipped in a metal blade. Once I had made sure that I could still move onward, the next course of action that became apparent was to find a different route to our packs predetermined new home. Since the moon wasn't out and the sun being shielded by the clouds of this snowy season didn't give me much of a lead, I struck out again with the wind as my guide.
By Toby Heward10 months ago in Fiction
Wolves Edge
Brrr, so cold. What went wrong with the decision to pass off our land to another more sinister bearing down on us, leaving to find a place where we could live in peace, and not have to raise up our howls in battle cries? Just a few simple words, "we wish not to fight on a pointless death". My father spoke those words with such passion and with no signs of aggression that it made me proud to be his son, though I was different than all the rest. Being in a pack of wolves whose fur shone like the brightest moon and was as hardy as the toughest ground, we were sure no harm would come to those of a smaller set of beasts with less to fight with. Even myself with my unusual tail and slightly blue fur believed that I was more than a match for any of these invading brutes. But alas, everyone fell for their deceiving appearance including myself.
By Toby Heward10 months ago in Fiction
Taking The Cheesy Way
Everyone has a time when they crave a certain food. Chocolate, pickles, sardines, popcorn, you name it. Usually you see this when people haven't had something for a long time or there body is undergoing some kind of change. In this story I will be going over my younger brothers insane obsession with cheese that drove everyone in my family batty for years and still continues to this day.
By Toby Heward11 months ago in Families