(First voice)Tonight I take the leapI speak the words that creepI touch the withered handAnd say: "have me again, old friend"(Second voice)If you go away as I know you mustThere'll be nothing left in the world but dustand the hallowed wind to play silence's tune On leaves of branches, beneath a dead moonShould you choose…
Short poem on the pain of loss
An exercise on writing long sentences of narrative.
Short note on pleonasm, and easy exercise to check understanding.
Learn something new about prose in a short time
"The door creaks open. It's hinges wail...
Exercise to improve your writing and try new things.
Victor Verdun is fifty years old. He sits at his desk, thinking and despondent.
Candles The sun rose over a dismal scene. As he lies there, quiet and unbreathing, it struck me how my brother could even in…
Astounding news!! And many more developments to come.