A retired corrections officer and veteran, Brian spends his days writing unique story's and adventures.
I held her as she cried at the edge of our bed. The air felt warm, even with the breeze of the air conditioner flowing through the room. It was the third time Camilla had miscarried. An experience taken for granted by so many seemed out of reach for my
Narrator: Joey embarks on his fishing trip unaware that life holds depths far beyond his imagination. The kettle whistled with steam bellowing from the spout. It was still dark outside when Mrs. Haswell removed the kettle from the stove. She enjoyed sitting in the quiet, sipping on a fresh cup
It was during the late hours of the night when it all began. I was deep asleep enjoying the sweet hum of the fan when I felt a tug against my covers. My eyes peered open as I heard her voice. It was my sister again crawling under the covers,
