Storygram #191
His father always gave him the same answer about the pipes, but it always made his curiosity stronger than ever. As they passed the pipe, a light suddenly poured out of it. “Dad, look! Look!”
Storygram #154
An old candy cane made out of a pipe cleaner with alternating red and white beads slipped over it was the first ornament his daughter had made for him. It was also her last. He hung it on the tree, remembering that nothing lasts forever, but there are always memories to cherish.
Storygram #150
It was said that the tree had endured such a traumatic event that it had shed its own branches in its grief, just as a person might tear his own clothes. But no one had even a guess as to what could make a tree so sorrowful.
Storygram #138
The shipping route to Jupiter’s moons was long and dangerous, and I had asked him not to go. What happened in his absence wasn’t his fault, but I was angry with him, regardless.
Storygram #129
She tossed dirt onto the embers of her campfire and took in the mountain view from her bluff. Such beauty could only reside in the vast landscapes she often hunted through. The human heart was too small to contain beautiful things.