I hate anticipating anything, it gets my nerves going.

What happend to me on friday the 13th.

A short story about a love that was lost.

A poem about a twisted soul and love.

This happend a few years ago.

When you feel as though you have nothing left in this world to go on.

Cakes and finger foods is about a baker who after rejecting a customer sees a morbid scene the next morning that traumatizes her look on baking for ever. This story was just a strange think up from the back of my brain. Comment on what you think of it.

The Heavy Heart Inside Me…….

I originally published this on DA, but had to rewrite parts of it.

A wise man warns lumberjacks of the pain the forests feel. Yet they, and all of humanity, continues to kill the forests. (written as a short tale in haikus)