Poem: Harry’s Skis

My old neighbour, Harry McKnees, Fashioned himself some marshmallow skis, And decided to hit the slopes.   But poor old Harry didn't know, It's better in winter with plenty of snow, If you want the skis to run fast.   So he climbed to the top of Breakneck Rock, His skis tied up with a... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Cold Valley

Frosted slopes, speckled with pines, gathered in gentle descent. Submerged beneath a sea of fog, the valley awoke from centuries of tranquil slumber. A fresh scar cut through the snow, deepening up to the crash site; scattered debris marked the unnatural intrusion. A shotgun blast roared then screamed away like a demon hound escaping the... Continue Reading →

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