A poem about magic.
Continue ReadingA simple story written within five hundred words.
Continue ReadingShattered future.
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Continue ReadingA spiritual poem.
Continue ReadingCome go with me!
Continue ReadingWhen it’s not real love, it’s very painful at the end.
Continue ReadingJentry sat up from where he was laying on the ground; he looked at the motionless bodies of his sister and the boy. Lisa’s eyes opened and her lifeless body suddenly arched into the air as her life forced returned to her fragile shell. Looking up at her brother tears flowing down her face, she asked. Were we both really dead or was this some awful dream? Then looking over at young White Wolf who still lay motionless beside them on the ground, Lisa realized that it was not a dream! She moved over to where the child’s body was and lifted the boy up cradling him in her arms while holding him close to her. Why? Why did it have to end like this? Why was but a child given such a huge responsibility? She asks.
Continue ReadingA poem dedicated to our new arrival.
Continue ReadingCommander Jentry stayed close to Isis. Her mind being such as it was she filled him in on all the experiments that had been carried out on those cloned by Griswald. Jentry was beside himself as to how a child the tender age of 12 years old could absorb the information within Griswald and Professor Jennings journals so easily. He watched on in wide eyed amazement as the young boy read one journal after another. Does he really understand what’s in those manuals? He asked Isis.
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