The Roses Of The North

The wind moved strangely that day.It slithered through the wildflowers in thin, deliberate strokes, as though something unseen was brushing its fingers across the meadow.“Did you find it, sweetheart?”...

Shannon CusackI am a Story teller by day. A reader by night. I love exploring emotional tragedies, character depth and hidden truths.To my favourite authors! Thank you for inspiring me to give creative writing a go. SJM, Lauren.R, Lynn.P