A Drow Elf hates the way that his race his evil so he and his brother try escaping to the surface to live with the good folk. All the while, they encounter obstacles, from mercenary drow elves, to horrified humans.

He was the heir of renowned Moore and Co., with dazzling looks and heavy pocket he did not lack opposite sex attractions. But he had no interest in anyone until he saw one girl and he never knew that love is so unexpected. And he never thought he will have to suffer for a girl he couldn't have.

Study of 2 Corinthians

This is a poem I wrote when I was actually quite happy, which explains why it ends on a good note.

I wanted to express what I have always felt at night, as I have been afraid of the dark since I was old enough to know what fear was (don't tell anyone.)

It's short, but I I hope that it conveys my message.

Today was my grandfather's birthday. He would have been 94, and knowing him, still enjoying life to its fullest. After hearing one of his favorite songs on the radio, my mind drifted back to a conversation we had just before Alzheimer's took control of that dear, sweet man. Come sit with me by the old swimming hole, as I revisit that summer of 1997 in this soliloquy, of sorts.

A short story about an 8-year-old boy with a bad case of monsters-in-the-closet.

A friend of mine once wrote of her struggles of her life with her step-mother. This got me thinking and eventually led to me writing about the emotional and physical pain that my own mother brought to me. (These are true stories by the way.)