Hoot Owl Inn is a charming hotel, on a snowy town, on a starless night. Or is it just my imagination?

A short story I wrote for my son who doesn’t like to go to bed at night.

A fictional story about the things we think late at night.

Left in abandon, nature takes me into her womb to give me a rebirth.

A tribute to my father on this special day; Father’s day. I really miss the childhood moments together with him. He has been so much to me and many others to. Happy Father’s Day to you and all fathers and potential fathers all over the world.

Bedtime.

Storms.

A poem I wrote can you guess what about before the end?

Childs bedtime story.

I was sort of dared to write this.