This is a heart tugging plea from one frightened puppy.
I was listening to a news bulletin on four five week old pups having been found in a box by a main road.
Thankfully they were alright and it must have been a miracle that they were found in time because the temperature’s are so cold at night at the moment.
At least they are in the warm now and cared for by caring people; thank goodness for these rescue centres.

Hence this little poem which I just had to compose and publish.

Written by Elana Zablocki.

A relatively positive poem.

Amusing poem about a very special place called the Monsters’ Club.

A fictional journal entry I made up about a guy who sees these horrible monsters, its really short only 500 or so word, but hope you enjoy.

Just writing what comes to mind.

The first part of The Myth of Kragnesh, a new story.

A battle for glory, and to survive. That is the way of life.

Sam Harker is good and aiming for the top. He has just won his latest fight and is a contender for the World Cruiserweight Championship. Only one man left to beat. Then the big night arrives…the greatest event of his career.Can he pull it off and prove he really is the best?

For some people work is a chore – it is that one thing that you must attend for a certain number of days in a year and in return you were given acceptable levels of coinage in order to cover your expenses. For Sai Rook this was not the case – his entire life was his job. Every day he would follow a routine that involved caring for one of the most important people in Holy Lands. Nothing ever changed, he was paid handsomely but never got any free time in which to spend it but that did not matter; his job was his life but that did not mean it was easy.