veronicafletcher

Chapter One: As Pathetic as Ron Ginny opened her eyes as the scent of bacon filled the air. She poked around for some clothes, which was rather hard, as almost ...

Today I stood at the Gates of Hell. Not in truth, but at an exhibit In a garden In a place where flowers are the grass. How odd to stand ...

The violins' notes are sweet and fine, Two short zips, one long whine. Long bow flits across the strings, A melody full of pizzazz and zing. Next, trombone takes center ...