Spring

Snow clung to the branches and leaves of trees as if Winter was clinging to stay in the realm past Her days. A mother bear and her cubs snuffled and snorted through the slush and mud, looking for Her cave. They found Her the moment the sun kissed the horizon, the warm rays pushing off …

Depravity: A Personal Essay

de·prav·i·tymoral corruption; wickedness To watch your country fall apart for the simple, morally decent of wearing and mask and scream and yell about their rights like a toddler is a sort of Hell I didn't think I could imagine. Oh, sure, racism is a Hell all on its own, but as Joel Robinson from Mystery …

Town of Fire

The town was quiet, as most deserted towns are. As it sat in the dirt and dust of decades past, the sun rose from the east as a caravan of moving trucks and vans, personal cars, minivans, RVs, motorcycles and even bicycles moved up from the south, driving through hills, swamps and storms. Days for …

I Have A Patreon

It's for commissions! If you would like for me to write a story for you or a loved one during these times, feel free to hit up my Patreon or feel free to message me. But please check out my Pateron for rates! They are reasonably priced and you will receive them within a timely …