The past has a way,
Of coming back to bite.

The future
Always seems brightest
When you're already in the light.

But what do they matter,
When the present,
Is what's in sight?

So I won't think of Tommorow
And what is still untold
Nor of yesterday
And what is already emblazed in gold.

But of today, as with the knowledge of the past,
I write the future
That will last.

By Erin Khan


Right now, this account isn't much, but I hope that in time it will grow to be a place similar to a community, where you can read stories you find memorable, and where, perhaps, I could help bring some golden tales out of the stone.

Until then, however, please enjoy the stories I write and let others enjoy them too!

Thank you, and have a great day😊✌