Writing a story allows us to play with our imaginary friends when we are adults. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
He stood in stillness in an ancient grove of redwood trees, waiting for a wandering poem to land on him. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The man was on his knees, trying to retrieve each of his ugly words that were now scattered on the floor. But, of course, it was too late. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Instead of deadlines and dread, my home now smells like strawberry-apple bread and joy. I should bake more often. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com