Where The Red Ferns Grow

Walking along the lake shores thinking of everything, anything, and nothing. The heat bearing down upon me like the sun had grown a mouth, and the mouth was wide open with swords of fire jumping out, torching, and scorching everything in its path. As I walked out into the lake, I felt rejuvenated as I … Continue reading Where The Red Ferns Grow

The Painting – A Short Story

Chapter One: The Dream It was a beautiful fall morning. The brightly colored leaves softly making a crackling sound while fluttering as the wind gently blew through the trees. This almost communicative whistling sound was one of the many things; both Alex and Cindy loved about fall. Cindy awakened from a deep sleep, panting and … Continue reading The Painting – A Short Story