RAYBURN

I regret many things in my life: some that I cannot control and also the ones I could. The fire; the meadow; the rain. Critical moments of my past that if not had happened, I wouldn’t be here now.

In a prison of my own making. Wishing for his amber eyes and his honest smile. For his hands smoothing the distress off my face and his laughter to rest my spirit.

Those are the only things I can wish, now.

Without the blazing fire, we would have never met.

Without the windy meadow, we would have never fell in love.

Without the cold rain, we would have never been brought apart.

But wait.

I can’t really blame all of this on states of nature, can I? No, the only one to blame is myself. My wicked, crooked self.

If I had never been created, none of it would have happened.

The birth of a child; the birth of an evil creature.

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THE FIRE THE MEADOW THE RAIN

I’m going to be writing three things under this title as the days go by. Not tonight ‘cause I feel blocked. This is the backstory for my two main characters in my soon to be fantasy romance novel Living Is A Strange Thing. I’ve talked about it before, though it was scattered and long ago. I’m trying to do better because I’m finally writing my manuscript. It will help if you offer advice and critique my work because I want this to become something when I’m older. Anyways, thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!

I’m actually pooped, I do not understand it.