Storygram #64
Playing my flute is the only way I have to pass the time out there. Something feels wrong about the day. And the pasture seems too quiet.
Storygram #41
His wife penned every heartfelt apology on his behalf until three years ago. Before the cancer took her, she made him promise that he would try.
Storygram #40
Millions of people were dying of dehydration. Those who were fortunate enough to catch a rain shower faced attacks from those who had none. Water had become more valuable than money ever was.
Storygram #38
“We love you, Katy. You’re so pretty,” many voices whispered to her. She sprang back up. The Whispering Forest was in front of her, and she had no choice but to go through it.
Storygram #37
If he sent this article to print, tonight would be their last. He would never see her again, and this article would represent his last words. They would kill him, for sure.