When I Write

When I write, I look above my screen and think. When I write, I ponder the entertaining events a published book may possess. When I write, I revere the marvelous feeling of finishing a book. When I write, I envision what I’ll do with my upcoming chapters. When I write, I imagine the extravagant scenes I can conjure up in my mind. When I write, I realize all I’ve been doing is daydreaming about moments of a future not yet known. Watching the clock tick, I look down at my screen and notice I’ve still not even begun to write.

From Guest Contributor Leif Bradley

Leif is a student of Literature and Creative Writing at Pikes Peak Community College.

Crow And Bear

NATURE SUBMISSION:

Bear walked through the woods, surveying the scenes of spring. He found it beautiful, and it all belonged to him. Every creature ran at the sight of him, leaving him to meander in peace.

So it was with great surprise that he looked up and saw Crow staring down at him.

"Fly away Crow, or I shall eat you."

"You don't scare me Bear."

"You'll be scared when you're inside my belly."

Crow laughed. Every spring was the same. Bear woke from his slumber and threatened her. He was too stupid to remember the forest belonged to Crow, not Bear.

From Guest Contributor Debbie Cox