Aley

The Farmdog's Children Hansel sucked his bread as he sat in the cold dark woods. Gretel thought about home longing to return. They huddled around the fire watching the faeries ...

I shall be a Squire Aley for a while

Experience Petals line the tracks as sacrificial skins. On each a verse is stained in ink. Some whisper Oh to be ignorant, others Why am I...? Right-paper. The sticky tracks ...

Beach Standing at the beach balancing on sand water holds in. Toes squish into warmth, breaking to chill but nothing is enough to quench the heat. People scatter like flies ...

Middle Fish Lights blind across the black of this old dusty room. City-life, but this place is not a city. Country-life, but the woods aren't thick. I can walk to ...

Number four is really funny.

You should do "rough hair" and send it to reason. That would make her day.

Feint Solid land presses up against my feet. I hear that I am not straight. Every day I walk on a sheet of ice. I'm still on solid land, sliding ...

The World Wakes Up Thaw the land from the trap of cold the pause of the world. Play the tape, let dead be dead as corpses rise from the white ...

I might as well make them public. I'll put up all my attempts here once I'm satisfied with them. By satisfied with them I mean feel free to rip them ...

the askew just made me leave YWS and I almost didn't log on today. I don't deal with pranks well.

Roll call answered.

I'll play

The Writer Feed Pads are down again. -sadface-

So, I murdered Jas with...