Stories & Poems (I think?)

Part I: A Fear-ly slick visitor

Jen didn’t think this day would come. A silly thought really...if you organize something without cancel, it's more than likely to come… On the ground beside the front door lay a maroon backpack. The straps were worn. It’d seen better days. Jen considered upgrading, but Red was a pack-horse. Reliable, sturdy, spacious. He’d never let… Continue reading Part I: A Fear-ly slick visitor