Slowly, the light receded, and she could see a singe sword, hanging in the air, a sword of pure white, of light and truth.

Everyone had a story behind them, a past richer than she had imagined.

A simple word or phrase on a blank sheet of paper gathers momentum as I wonder at what it could mean, where it could take place, why, and what if? . . . And then, I write.

onceI heard her huskylaughter pour out likerain after a drought

Once upon a time in a basement library nook,I stumbled upon my first favorite book.Pulled into adventure as the pages unfurled,I found treasures greater than gold or pearls.