Branson 5: A Short Story

From somewhere in the back seat of the Beamer came the muffled sounds of laughter, somehow carried on the wind, complements of the slightly lowered passenger side window. I turned around to see what was going on, but was instead blocked from the view by a large multi-colored blanket with several lumps underneath it. I … Continue reading Branson 5: A Short Story

Ode to a Nightingale

The song trills loud and clear Across the barren landscape Echoing far and wide The song carries into the valley Attracting others to its sound Late, late into the night The song, hushed and uncanny A signal call for love Incredible, yet fleeting The song, fractured and lean Begins to dissolve in the air Fluttering … Continue reading Ode to a Nightingale