I wrote this poem a few years ago while inspired by the beauty of the snow and the stillness of the night. It relates the passage of time to the beauty of a snowy evening.

A little song / poem I wrote a few months back on an old computer. When I was transferring all my files to my new Dell, I found it again.

Time v.2.

Magic Rose is exciting to be with. But in spite of the excitement, all things must come to an end.

Its a story about six magical humans.

A small pagan fairytale that I composed one day.

Any reader of Tolkein or other fantasies might expect garments like this to be worn by Elfin Maidens, but two guys in Madagascar spent eight years harvesting spider silk to bring this wonder to life.

A collaborative story by a friend and myself, hope some one enjoys, chapter update links will be posted in the description.

Chapter one link>http://authspot.com/novels/28-days-chapter-one/

First chapter, i’m thinking about putting odds on my account and evens on hers so that we both get something for writing the story. Sorry for the choppy bit, but since it’s like different perspectives it was how it worked out…

Be it a cardboard box or a sheet for a tent, a child can have that magic place, mine was my bed.