I managed to become a part of a book club, now I can read and it will be considered for social purpose.
Book Club
New Year, New Me- Or whatever it is that they say.
It always unravels in the end, it's important to remember seams can come undone but we can fix it time and time again.
A little writing insight, please.
In the pursuit of writing a short story I am a little stumped.
The Beauty of a Dying Day
A tragic romantic entanglement of a love both fated and feared.
I know you want to read it. . .
The chances were that she would never see him again. The odds were that he was only meant to greet her once. Luck has a way of changing fate, or perhaps that was fate’s great design all along?
I’m back, almost!
"It's been how many months?" I say to myself in disgust as I finally check my own site.
