Poem's and Short Stories

Excerpt:

The air was like mints, fresh and cool. From the east the wind blew softly, a light kiss that just kept coming back for more. The sun, just beginning to turn back towards the earth, was casting shadows that stretched far and thin. So nigh so that they looked similar to deformed monsters. Even my own was unrecognizable to me, and (to be honest) it frightened me.