The night is nigh, darkness, overturning the light of the day. The violet hue of the daytime sun finally drained from the fading sky. A thick fog, flowing into existence, obscuring our every move. The fire burning, sparks, stream through the dark as if they are snowflakes, in the bleak dismal months. When I look … Continue reading Campfire Muses
The Flame The ball headed for the fireplace. The peril on TJ’s face was building. He ran to get his shoes. “Oh my gosh,” TJ murmured. Jack quickly retrieved his shoes as well. The sphere was hurling towards its target in slow motion. I waited to see what would happen. My parents were … Continue reading The Flame: By Max B.