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Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.
A mystery-type novella. My first prose piece. Unfinished.
this is the first time i have actually written a blurb for one of my poems but i guess that i can say that this is like a prose poem. i usually dont write prose because i think its not actual poetry, but i hope my readers like it.
Come to read words, from the depths of the mind.
i guess that this poem that i just finished is my second prose poem i have ever written. i say this because i feel like prose poems arent real poetry at all. but i hope that my readers love this one and my first one!!! enjoy!!!
Kendra Ryder just gave fifteen year old Frankie Dexter a slab of fresh-cut tulipwood along with the advice, "When you’re feeling bad, just scuff the wood with 120-grit sandpaper, grab a whiff and you're guaranteed to feel a whole lot better!"
Pearl Singleton, a forest ranger at the Pemberton Wild Life Sanctuary, is going to show seventeen year old Shawn Mariano her Osborne Fire Finder, all six species of regional ferns and something miraculous he never bargain for.
Cast adrift into the wilderness, a teenaged boy flees a sorceress crowned with the skull of a dragon-hatchling, a sorceress who loves to pluck the wings off faery queens and assassinate rival magicians ... just for fun. Contending with warlords, werewolves, and the wrath of winter spirits, young Starbane is aided by a quarrelsome spy and a vagabond maiden on his journey, but it seems that everyone has a conflicting agenda and the shape-shifting witch, Oblixta, will not allow anyone to escape
Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.
A mystery-type novella. My first prose piece. Unfinished.
this is the first time i have actually written a blurb for one of my poems but i guess that i can say that this is like a prose poem. i usually dont write prose because i think its not actual poetry, but i hope my readers like it.
Come to read words, from the depths of the mind.
i guess that this poem that i just finished is my second prose poem i have ever written. i say this because i feel like prose poems arent real poetry at all. but i hope that my readers love this one and my first one!!! enjoy!!!
Kendra Ryder just gave fifteen year old Frankie Dexter a slab of fresh-cut tulipwood along with the advice, "When you’re feeling bad, just scuff the wood with 120-grit sandpaper, grab a whiff and you're guaranteed to feel a whole lot better!"
Pearl Singleton, a forest ranger at the Pemberton Wild Life Sanctuary, is going to show seventeen year old Shawn Mariano her Osborne Fire Finder, all six species of regional ferns and something miraculous he never bargain for.
Cast adrift into the wilderness, a teenaged boy flees a sorceress crowned with the skull of a dragon-hatchling, a sorceress who loves to pluck the wings off faery queens and assassinate rival magicians ... just for fun. Contending with warlords, werewolves, and the wrath of winter spirits, young Starbane is aided by a quarrelsome spy and a vagabond maiden on his journey, but it seems that everyone has a conflicting agenda and the shape-shifting witch, Oblixta, will not allow anyone to escape