poetry no, this is for a living this is an appreciated form of writing call it poetry and it will … More
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It is 1896 in the Yukon Territory, Canada. The largest gold strike in the annals of human history has just been made; however, word of the discovery will not reach the outside world for another year.
By happenstance, a fifty-nine-year-old Huck Finn and his lady friend, Molly Lee, are on hand, but they are not interested in gold. They have come to that neck of the woods seeking adventure.
Someone should have warned them, “Be careful what you wish for.”
When disaster strikes, they volunteer to save the day by making an arduous six hundred mile journey by dog sled in the depths of a Yukon winter. They race against time, nature, and man. With the temperature hovering around seventy degrees below zero, they must fight every day if they are to live to see the next.
On the frozen trail, they are put upon by murderers, hungry wolves, and hostile Indians, but those adversaries have nothing over the weather. At seventy below, your spit freezes a foot from your face. Your cheeks burn—your skin turns purple and black as it dies from the cold. You are in constant danger of losing fingers and toes to frostbite.
It is into this world that Huck and Molly race.
They cannot stop. They cannot turn back. They can only go on. Lives hang in the balance—including theirs.
(I’m aware this story has its faults and I’m not sure what they are! Any feedback is welcome :)) He … More
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The sun rose over the sea, warming its icy heart. Seagulls merge into the picture, dripping an artists paint, with … More
PICTURE THIS: I wake up to soft afternoon sunlight raining down on my face and I smile, I know that … More
On first reading these poems you are quite dazzled by the flow of the words and how they run together … More