A new month, a fresh slate isn’t it such a joyous event? There is nothing quite like a fresh slate to begin again on, to know that all of yesterday is gone, and tomorrow is not here yet. That what we create today is solely up to us. What will we make of it? The only thing more special, to me, is when a new year begins on the first day of the week. What wonder and joy it beholds…
Rose glanced at her watch and gasped before hastily pulling herself up out of the chair, knocking her knees on Henry as she did, and racing from the room, barely remembering to flip off the light and close the door. Henry listen to the thumping of feet on the carpeted hall, a dull noise of retreat, as he heard Rose race through the house. He waited until he was sure she was gone before he sighed, although it came out…
Pomegranates hold a rather special place in my heart. I suppose that’s a weird statement, because I’ve gotten a little ahead of myself in my storytelling now, haven’t I? This tends to happens when I’m more then just a little excited, and as I said, pomegranates hold a rather special place in my heart. Growing up, my father would procure pomegranates from the grocery, or at least I suppose that’s how he obtained them, because if I’m honest I have…
My mind is full of ideas, a million of them all rushing to be put down on paper at once. Each story as important as the other, some true, some nothing more than a figment of my imagination. I find a table cascaded in sun, so warm and well lit, that I know it is perfect for my needs. I pull off my oversized black knit sweater, it’s full of holes, and oddly shaped as though the maker wasn’t quite…