Wordsmithery / My Writing

To See A Guy About A Girl

Shadows crept down the alleyway as cars drove by and the rain beat a steady rhythm on the pavement. I wore a wool cap and the collar on my motorcycle jacket was hiked up, but the cold of the late October night still wormed its way down my back... Read More »

September 16, 2011 - Jaime - My Writing - No Comments

Old Hob’s Ire

Once upon a time there was a mean old ogre who worked as a skull cracker at the shiftiest watering hole in the city. He was big like Detroit steel and tough like old gristle. He was a knuckle dragging, broken toothed brute with hands the size of mail... Read More »

September 12, 2011 - Jaime - My Writing - No Comments