I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember, from the time I wrote and illustrated poems in first grade.
I saw a fox running.
He was very cunning.
He jumped over sticks
And did clever tricks
Until he stopped hunting.
Masterful, no?
So, hopefully, I’ve improved a bit over the years. On the sub-pages linked to this one are many works of original fiction. They’re all mine, and I own them. So don’t steal. Thanks.
Just enjoy instead.
Rain
