A day, like all days,
Pain and sorrow color me,
The worst of all hues.
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There Weren't Always Dragons in Northport...
Chapter One: A Goblin In Northport The bitter cold wind attempted to snatch his hood away from his head, but a quick movement of his hand held it into place. Unfortunately, this distracted him from seeing the root from a nearby tree jutting up from the ground. As he tumbled face first into the frigid white powder, stars burst behind his eyes as a terrible and searing pain shot up his left leg. He cried out and rolled over onto his back. He grabbed his left foot certain he had broken it and was all but cursing his lack of attention. He opened his yellow eyes and let his heat sense take over in the near darkness.
By William Yarnell4 years ago in Fiction
If You Write A Book, Don’t Tell Anyone
There are days when I’m grateful Amazon doesn’t tell me specifically who has bought my book and who hasn’t. If they did, I would be heartbroken when I read the list and noticed all the important names in my life were not on my list of customers.
By Ellen Frances6 days ago in Writers
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I like this, and the photo of Clint. Like an arrow to the heart <3