Just a little something I wrote…

A poem made to open eyes on how love is strong no matter what.

The most wonderful thing is when a person finds their own golden room.

A new medieval novelette, just the first chapter complete here, the rest to come! Young King Zareon who was married at the age of 16, has just buried his wife, and now his young daughter, three years old, is seriously ill. The prognosis is – death! He searches for someone, anyone, who might be able to heal her. Not even 20 years old, how can he bear losing his precious child? He will even visit the house of “the Hillside Hag” if it means saving her life.

Does what it says on the tin.

Riots in a prison…

A poem about a man who has a broken heart and hides it well.

A short story about an orphan who just happens to run into a murder scene. I wrote this story in 7th grade, I thought I’d revise it and post it, and see how well I can mess with it.

Services of the watchman or guards are supremely needed to ensure peace, order and protection needed to lives and property.

A young girl kills her friends by accident while playing with her father’s gun.