Of Old Photos and Winters Past Winter passed, and people seemed to become ghosts. I remember them, but they took on an almost transparent quality: pale, and never really there, even when they were standing right in front of me.
Fiction: Young Adult, K+, English, words: 2k+, 3/10/2008
Sleep On A Moonbeam And Windowsill For Josephine, sleep was gone, along with the moon and the poor, dry trees who were not able to save themselves, and time itself.
Fiction: General, K, English, Drama, words: 1k+, 12/18/2007