The Mighty Oak.
At times it seems hope is the enemy, a fertile little seed hiding out in the corner. No matter how many trees sprout from the seed in time, each one is…
At times it seems hope is the enemy, a fertile little seed hiding out in the corner. No matter how many trees sprout from the seed in time, each one is…
The base rolled through his ribs. The rhythm tickled his spine. The screaming guitar cut down inhibition and sent his feet careening across the oak floor. The…