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.”
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
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.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV