behold my sole prized instrument of choice let it bear the weight of my unspoken voice in the dead of the silent night i'll let loose my heart so it could take flight consolidating all that i think and converting it into the blackest ink only then freely it would spill down the stem and to the nib of my feathered quill ~ Ryn

This book is only six word stories they might happy or sad and I hope you like Don't forget to read,vote and comment

Poem based on the hit CW show Supernatural.

We didn't choose the bibliophile life, it chose us.