Category: Powerful Prose

It sat on the corner. Out of the bag poked a slender, broken, metallic arm reaching…

Dear reader, I want to first acknowledge that there are different situations and conditions that can…

Once, there was a little pond, and on that little pond was a small flotilla of…

July.  Words are funny. You know what they mean, but you don’t truly know what they…

A frigid blast of wind slashed my face, and I shivered, pulling my sweatshirt tighter around…