Husband, father, family man. My pen is swift but my keyboard slow.
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance, My head is bloody, but unbowed. INVICTUS by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)
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A Long, Long Way Away
A Long, Long Way Away is a simple children's story, reminiscent of an age that didn't need monsters, super-he...
The Scroll
Eight-Hundred years ago.
An English Knight kneels against his sword, dying from the two Saracen arrows protru...