Once upon an old West morning, in the little town of Glenwood Springs, the scent of freshly baked bread and coffee wafted through the air. And it woke up one of the most famous young doctors ever. He got up, walked to the window, opened the curtain, and sunshine flooded the room like liquid gold. And, from downstairs he heard a voice yell out.. … The rest of the story…
Kris and Themum woke up to a thunderstorm filled with bright flashes of lightning. Thank goodness they had taken extra time to secure their tents and position them for protection. Because the thunderstorm turned into what Uncle Paulo would describe as “a real frog drowner.” But they weren’t gonna let a little rain put a damper on reaching the goal for the day. Because … The rest of the story…
Finnar and Sami were what you might call “fast friends.” Well, I certainly would anyway. Because that’s an old and established way to describe a solid friendship built on mutual trust. And only a solid friendship could have done what they did. Keep in mind, now, every word you’re about to read is based on hand-me-down information. So, you know what that means. Yep. … The rest of the story…
It probably wasn’t on your radar. Nope. You probably weren’t wondering about my process for stringing words together to create the rhymes and reasons I share with you. So, when I say I started a 3-verse rhyme with the phrase “nothing more to say,” you roll your eyes. Or yawn. Or both. But this morning I wondered, “What if there was nothing more to … The rest of the story…
“Maestro, a little night music, please.” And with that one command/request, the young songwriter retreated to his chamber to compose himself. Oh yeah, and also to compose the music. By some accounts it was a warm summer night in Vienna. And as Wolfie sat at his desk he could hear people enjoying themselves in the streets below the window of his room. But somehow … The rest of the story…
Oliver Treze was born to write bright. And that was his answer when anyone asked what he did for a living. He’d smile a quarter smile and reply, “I write bright.” So, every morning, he sat in the shade of olive trees to write bright words. Words to wake the whimsy. Words to wake the joy. All for flights of fancy. Words he could … The rest of the story…
Theo loved drawing and coloring from the moment he could hold a crayon. And his bedroom walls were papered with creations straight out of his wild imagination. Just about every other day he’d ask his mom or dad to get him some more drawing paper, crayons, and pencils. His parents chose to encourage his drawing and coloring. So, more often than not, they’d be … The rest of the story…
If you’ve never met the Icle family, you’e certainly missed out on a special treat. First, there’s Grandpa Icle. But most people know him as Pops. Then there’s Uncle Bice Icle. And cousin Trice Icle. Then, there’s King Lear Icle. At least that’s what the rest of the family call Leero. Because he walks around the house quoting Shakespeare at the oddest times. But … The rest of the story…
Elara lived in the star-island village of Millezza (pronounced milletsa, with the accent on the et). I’m sure you never heard of her or her hometown. Because they’re located at the Northwest corner of the Milky Way Galaxy. Of course, I know you’ve heard of the Milky Way Galaxy. After all, anyone who lives on planet Earth knows our entire solar system is contained … The rest of the story…
OK, you’ll enjoy this story much more if you use your best Irish or Scottish accent as you read. Even if you read it to yourself and you don’t read it out loud. You’re already doin’ it. Aren’t ya? Yeah, the way that power of suggestion works is a mystical phenomenon. And speakin’ of a mystical phenomenon. Have you ever heard of the Blue … The rest of the story…