fiction
Snow no longer fell. All the snow that ever could be had lain under the endless night sky for years. A solitude without compare, only accompanied by the distant stars and their insistence of light. And the Druid marched on. Frail legs, covered in petrified fragments of wood, carried the
inexorable (adj): not to be persuaded, moved, or stopped The inexorable passage of time. When we're young, past the stage of imagination but still in search of freedom from some authority like our parents, or teachers, or a clock in a school classroom, it can never flow as
Hello, dear reader, and welcome to my little corner of the internet for me to publish writings on whatever comes to mind. My name is Stephen Hara, and the first announcement I'd like to make is - I don't have much of a plan! But there is