

Winter WalkWalking through the meadow snow crunches under my feet like so many old bones. Winter has come,Winter Walk
with it's endless white and chilling cold. The tree skeletons reach up their bony fingers, beseeching the sky for warmth and sunlight. But Mother Nature does not hear. She too is sleeping beneath the white canopy of snow. All the world is endless white and curtains of gray. The only color comes from the evergreens, with their silent promise that spring will come again.
But now, winter seems as endless as the white expanse before


Untitled Story PrologueCerridwyn fought the tears that threatened to fall from her crystal green eyes as she watched the city burn. The same wind that whipped the flames into a frenzy tore her long copper hair from it's bonds and sent it flying around her. The strands stung when they struck her face, but she was too numb inside to really register the feeling. How had so much gone wrong, she wondered, gripping her staff tightly to keep from falling. It had began so well... they'd all had such high hopes, such pretty dreams. Had it been for nothing, their work? The young woman looked around the group gathered on the hilltop, needing to see their reactions. &nbsUntitled Story Prologue


Stories Never DieWhen I think of my daddy, a few things come to mind instantly. Cigars, old spice aftershave, a thundering voice that was quick to correct and slow to give praise. Button up shirts and faded jeans, a horrible singing voice and a love of all genres of music; theater outings and spankings. The nonalcoholic beer in the fridge that he opened with a wistful sigh; I know now that he was wishing it was 'real' beer.Stories Never Die
But daddy was an alcoholic, had been ever since his stint in 'Nam. That's where he started smoking too. Sometimes, when people ask how he died, I want to say it was the war that killed him; he may have come back physically int