Nobody Knows How the Story Ends

White like a cloistered nun.

The Fire of Red Birds Imagination

As my pen’s ink shot across the page in freehand the fire before me blazed. Seems as if the fire was also alight in my imagination as I churned out the words of my first short story. This time of recovery has greatly encouraged me to publish two books on Amazon. Which, God-willing will fairContinue reading “The Fire of Red Birds Imagination”