Posted in Fiction
I loved the night. It meant the house was mine and mine alone. To do what I pleased; running, jumping, knocking things over. This house became my personal playground without the risk of being told
Posted in Fiction
READ PART 1 HERE I quickly retreated from the lifeless lump in the crib, and hopped over the rail and back to the floor. I darted out of the room and into the dark hallway. I had to let the Bigs
Posted in Creative Writing
Short Story – King Scooter There was a reason he was afraid of his own shadow. You see, Scooter was an indoor cat. And now, he found himself in the shadows just outside the walls of his home.