: About Me

My passion is ...

Fonts. And words.

I know too much about ...

My boss, her family, & their friends.

My parents always told me ...

Be wise.

My childhood ambition ...

To be a vet. Then a doctor. Then a film-maker, writer, then a chef. I think it's a combination of the three.

My favorite memory ...

Any CWSC. Really.

Why I write ...

To escape. To enjoy.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Right now? Ha-that changes all the time.

My first job ...

Wrapping soaps. I know...

My best moment ...

Um. I don't have one.

My inspiration ...

The Bible. Art. Music. Celtic poetry.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Winter

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Winter sleeps like a bear, casting shadows in places unseen until slumber. The shadows stretched, strained, until even they went limp, worn out by the long hours of the day. We are already black, they said. Must we return to the night? The temperature did not dip below 32 during the night; he had slept rolled in a sleeping bag. The tip of his nose felt like the back of a spoon, but he nearly suffocated when he put his head under the cover. Daniel did not seem to mind frozen noses & bed hair. He complained only when the food was cold-every meal. Finally, he reminded Daniel who had planned t...

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