Beads, Books, Design | by N.M. King
Angeline closed her eyes, the dark around her holding a simple silence that only nature could weave. The wind teased the hood of her midnight-blue windbreaker and whistled a hello and good-bye, chased away by the warmth and light of the fire crackling cheerily… Continue Reading “#writingdaily | left”
There are two sides to everything. So many tones ring in my ears, whether or not I want to hear them. The bright song of those nearby whom hold a special place in the journey I tread. The dingy, tinny scraping of those who wish… Continue Reading “#writingdaily | Mira”
Sometimes people ask me when I knew there was something different about me. Well, maybe not in so many words, but I know exactly what they mean. The thing is, I don’t remember ever not knowing. I felt fine with that, since everyone sucked. Smart-assed… Continue Reading “#writingdaily | Jasper”