Stories are like fruits, and writers like farmers: planting ideas, experiences, emotions, dreams, and observations to grow the fruit of their thoughts. I do the opposite-I start with a fruit, let its branches wander, and trace their way back to the seed.
I am but a new farmer. The fruits of my thoughts may be bitter, sour, or bland to some-but you'll never know unless you take a bite.
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Stories by Penny Lane
Always And Beyond
Some feelings never fade.
They linger in letters never sent, in glances that last a heartbeat too long, in si...
In Her Womb
A prophecy foretold she would carry history in her womb.
When sickness claimed her village, only her child su...
Third From The Light
A geologist thinks he's found proof of alien life-and he's right. The evidence points to a planet his forefat...