A room is here, a room is there but a kitchen is always present. In every house she makes her presence, never failing, always accounted for.
By Amber Larkin6 years ago in Poets
“Oh! You’re home early, Nancy.” “I know, I had an appointment. I’m feeling a little under the weather.” “That’s too bad. What did the doctor say?”
By Amber Larkin6 years ago in Horror
Dear Time, I’d like to tell you about pretty parks and pretty dreams. I am in a park, and I see a young girl with yellow-banded pigtails