Green is life

It’s new it’s fresh

Orange is change

It’s different

It’s depth

Blue is bright or dark or deep

Orange is smell

It’s bright

It’s a falling leaf

Red is hot and daring and brave

Orange is quiet

It’s an accent

It’s uses are never the same

Yellow is bright and bold and loud

Orange is Burt

It’s the color of a wheat felid

Covered by a cloud

Orange is a pumpkin

A Leaf

The sun

I...

The hallway after summer

The doorway to fall

The beginning of winter

The halfway of summer.

The rain is a bit cool

The grass a bit long

The splash in the pool

The sun a tad hot.

The laughs on the beach

The walks in the woods

The picnic in the park

The late night hide and go seek

The over looked month

The over seen days

The skipped over joy

The passed by rays

The month between

The sun

The s...

Ahhh perfect I knew I could find one. See I’ve been looking for a long time now for the perfect box for my time capsule.

It had to be big enough for all my stuff and water proof so it would survive hindered a of years! Well…just one 100 years.

Now, I’d have to leave the mostest important things in the capsule. Things that will help the people when they find it. Hmmmm

With my box in front of me I ...

“Oh honey it’s all wrong”

My client examines herself in the wall of Mirrors across from her chair.

I bit my lip as she scolds my work.

Honestly, people just don’t appreciate it when someone does what they do best.

Okay, the the cut wasn’t exactly what she asked for but when a runner is given a chance to pass the competition they don’t typically just stay behind just because it’s what they’ve be...

Dear you,

I guess the nice part of a memory is that we can constantly revisit it and remember how it was.

Remember that we were ok. Remember that all the laughs were real. Remember all the butterflies were there.

It’s selfish to tarnish them. To think that you lied all that time. You were honest and I was too, and then we just grew up. And you don’t think less of me. And I have to constantly remin...

All stories come to an end

Stories can’t be told unless there is someone to hear

Someone to heed the warning, someone to overcome the fear.

All stories need an audience.

When a story is heard, can you change how it’s read?

Can you feel the villains hurt, or heal a heroes heart?

Can you make it where a battle never had to start?

Can you make that one character no longer dead?

What’s in a hero...