Drama

The Church on the Hill.
Lee.

The church is an old man of a building: it’s whitewashed walls...

Laid in exhaustion, shackled in chains, he could hear the hearth fire crackle in darkness—an imaginative...

Night Swimming.
Lee.

The moonlit dunes begged for company which the couple of beachcombers...

Dear Diary #301 The Tide is High.

Margot and I have culled the drift. We’d let the tide of...

My last letter to you:

I’m sorry to leave like this. But after all it wasn’t me who left. I held...

In reality, she had decided the unthinkable which others had not taken lightly.
Judgement had...

My former dog and I would be celebrating our 8th anniversary together today if she hadn't died. Because my...

I thank God for each and every meal that I eat. Before the year 2015, I never once thanked The Lord for a...

Maybe Niche.
Lee.

Monday-to-Friday, we ride the same bus. You get on the stop immediately...

Her shoes were costly you could tell because the animal skin they were made from was exotic. Her clothes...

I'm sorry sweetheart, pardon me, I didn't notice you were there. If you were watching were you were going,...

She was a daddy's girl, but climbing trees better than most boys her age, she wore a dress like a girly...

It has been 245 years since the Declaration of Independence. Before people use fireworks, I urge them to be...

Dear Diary#237 Margot Derails.

Margot is sick again. Even though her illness isn’t conventionally...

Living in Huntsville Alabama, my family and I went to rent a huge house. We started in a motel after...

My father owned a big boat with two bows so it seemed. I could tell the bow of the boat only because the...

I was rough sleeping in the bush, in an old camper that stopped driving. Someone worst off than me rented...