Written after having a creative writing workshop that focused on Sci Fi and speculative fiction (what if?) so I decided to write about plastic surgery and that beauty is never really objective, despite what people and the media will say...
A little comment prize poem for the Cooksta. Whiskey shandies are VERY good for the muse!
The wight wanders furthur into the countryside. History begins to repeat itself,and Mr Hodge starts to lose his marbles.
First ever story I did on Elfwood. Grammer should flow much better than it used to.