Adventure
The 101 Bridge. Content Warning.
** I was heading home, southbound on the 101, listening to Neil Young weave his stories, as the sun began to melt slowly into the early evening clouds. Traffic was raging as everyone hurried along, making their way home for another end of the week. Down time, family time, my time. All the things I had been planning to accomplish before the work week came back around. Though busy, everything seemed to be moving along smoothly.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Fiction
Sand Castles
The ocean practically called his name as he wobbled his way through the sand to the shoreline in that early morning sunlight. He squinted and giggled all the while, jumping excitedly holding tight to his mamas hand. His little legs swishing back and forth, as he marveled at the sun dancing on the surface of the water before him.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Fiction









