Stories for Humans

On Sickness

Well, this is a riveting topic! Ha ha. Just a little muse, a wee rant perhaps,…

Along the rows of fading tomes and crumbling pages, amid the musty libraries of time, there…

Not spinning thread or wool, but like an unknown planet pulled by gravity, spinning out into…

It’s been busy, as they say. A season of things happening, some trials and difficult roads,…

A friend mentioned this quote the other day, and it has stayed in my mind as…

Up with the dawn. There’s something sweet about the subtle change of the sky from night…

I am having the best day. Sure, there are tasks waiting, but they aren’t pressing into…

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”― Ernest…

I love to be left alone. Time to process. To think without interruption. These are precious…

I haven’t been able to write lately; I’ve lost my momentum. Today I will just write…