Sometimesinbetween

I've never written much poetry. This idea came to me a couple of days ago. Darkness and Light No more sun, No more moon. No more stars Shining down on ...

“I am going to be gone tomorrow,” the young prince informed his one and only confidante, the palace cook. She had looked after him since he had been a wee ...

A young boy moved slowly up the rocky hillside, stumbling occasionally under his small burden. His father looked down from the crest of the hill, down past his boy to ...

This is the first part of the first chapter. A young boy moved slowly up the rocky hillside, stumbling occasionally under his small burden. His father looked down from the ...

Jemlar smiled as he watched his little son’s clumsy attempt at imitating him make a bed, by crisscrossing the extra pine boughs he had cut earlier. “Jesmal, let us go ...