“Patsy? Darling where are you? Your papa is looking for you. Patsy! Patsy!” Corraleen shouted trying to find her seven year old daughter. She moved swiftly about the old tattered farmhouse with a firm and frightened expression upon her face. “Here Mama! I’m Here!” Patsy shouted when her mother’s voice traveled loud enough for Read More… »
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» Carved in Hate, A Tree’s Tail (Short Story)
Life has past the soil between my grasping roots. I need to be heard, I need to reach out with these old twigs and branches. I am who I am, I am alive, I have a story that needs to be told. As a seed, a young boy in cow hide robes placed me Read More… »