Letting Life Lead
His body collapsed to the sound of piano music playing from a stereo. Jennai’s crimson pot holder sported a smoking bullet hole. Who’d’ve thought a casserole guise would work?
Jennai propped a typed note on the man’s signature, lapel, single lily tinged with human blood: “Test the paintings.”
The place where all the things I write live
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
The 24 hours Writing Hotspot and Hang Out
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
Vulnerable on main