Sipping my tea I was...

Writing apon paper, pencil flying....

A story began....

" Go...Go now!" Shaldron cried, tears blurring his vision as the fire-wielding Creonts drew near. His scared, calloused hands slipped away from those of Alletha, beloved of the stars and of his heart. Nothing could have been worse than this moment, telling she who held much love, to leave.

This was a small paragraph I wrote only in a few moments. As I wrote I tried to do something I never really tried and feel foolish for not trying. I let my thoughts move the pencil and imagination to create something. And this, dear reader is what came forth!

I hope all is well with every one of you!

However, I must thank all my beloved followers and friends. You inspire me greatly through some of the deepest pits to which despair and agony can bring. Many thanks I give to you.

May the stars shine apon your paths and may the future continue to bring this world many more writers.

Feel free to vote and comment! I wish to hear feedback from you. But if time escapes you I am very understanding!

Hannon le!

Niniak