smanske15

Guilt and internal conflict.

Stick? What stick? Oh, are you referring to the mighty sword at my belt? Unguard!

The crow pecked at the ground and then looked up at me, as though the crumbs I dropped weren't good enough. I took another bite of my sandwich and then ...

You know you're a writer when... You find yourself just sitting somewhere, anywhere, and the hours had slipped by without you even noticing because you were still trapped in your ...

Peter Pan isn't all he seems...