Where I will share with you my adventures in the art of creating fiction stories for all ages -- while bending the rules of storytelling.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
New Short Story
I hope this is one that I finish. Here is the first sentence:
"Just
as the sun sleepily blinked and disappeared under the hill, when black birds
circled lazily in the air, the scarecrow opened his eyes and saw for the first
time."
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