• Goodbye Fear!

    The sun was shining brightly in the sky and a cool wind was blowing off the meadow. The cool breezes of autumn were beginning to set in. Jericho smiled as he thought about sitting snugly by the fire under his soft warm blanket. Yes, autumn was his favorite time of the year. Except for spring. It was always so hard for him to choose between the two. The chilly air of autumn was such a nice relief from the harsh heat of summer and yet the spring was so beautiful with all of its lovely flowers and warm sunshine after the cold of winter. Oh well he thought, I’m so…

  • Jericho

    Every morning, before the sun would rise, Jericho would walk to the edge of the meadow. This meadow was covered with the freshest green grass in the land. And for a little lamb like Jericho, there was no better place to be.   He loved the mornings. It was his favourite time of the day. For the morning was filled with singing birds and a refreshing cool breeze that brought a tingle of life throughout his entire body. He liked the mornings especially because they were quiet. It was so peaceful. And every day, after he got his fill of grass, he would go across the field, and down the…

  • The Doll

    This story was written as an assignment for a writing class about someone dealing with loss. This is not meant for children.   It was almost daylight. The sun was just coming up over the tops of the trees. A fog was rolling its way above the snow-capped mountains. Winter was setting in. All the birds seem to have left their nests. The air was quiet, almost eerie, just the occasional moaning of the wind against the windowpane. It would have been easy for Monica to stay in bed, with the lights out, and curtains drawn, to escape from life. The wind howled, pushing its way under the metal rafters…