Most of us are aware of an event that happened at a race when a driver named Brandon won and the crowd was chanting something. The announcer mistook w...
The Darkening - Mists of Curakan is a book in progress that I'll write here on Literary Social. It did appear on my other site but have moved it here,...
Twas three months before Christmas, when all through the storeChristmas items were displaying as never before;The decorations were hanging, over here...
She stood alone as the tempest swirled around her. Wind and waves whipped against the bow, relentless. Angry seas, in ebony, stretched out it seemed f...
by Donna B
