My Podcast Journey: From Story To Spotify
Two years ago, nearly to the day, I began a story about a man walking his dog. Some of you had read it; The Trees…
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Two years ago, nearly to the day, I began a story about a man walking his dog. Some of you had read it; The Trees…
Miss sat at her desk. The school year was winding down and hints of spring came hit or miss. One of her favorite students walked…
THE DEAD WOOD Winter, 1E194 The Nardic tribesmen trudged through the thorns and brambles that grew upon the forest floor, hacking and slashing at the…
I am grateful I met you Even I knew we were a deadlock Seven years younger You were not exactly a man But most like…
Mary runs to the old chipped white bench in front of Pvt. Greene’s grave and plops down. She feels the tears streaming down her cheeks…
Where there is light, I endeavor to go. Even a tiny steam in the crack of a heavily paneled wall–I will welcome. A drop I…
I thought about the color yellowand howit had drowned out all the other colors of my life. The stench of cowardice,drenching the vitality of green,dispelling…
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