A Short Story I Don’t Have a Title For

Heyo, cheerios! Behold, I have a short story! It includes fall! guitars! grandpas! hymns! pie! So yes, I hope you like it. ~~~ The twang of his guitar was my favorite. His deep, old voice sounded like sโ€™mores and old rumbly trucks and pretend bear growls as he sang his hymn. โ€œHow Great Thou Artโ€. … Continue reading A Short Story I Don’t Have a Title For

Aaaannndd, that, folks, is a major ramble.

Photo credit to myself ๐Ÿ™‚ Heyo, cheerios! I'm here, not really with a point, just to ramble about some things. Life, mostly. Some things I've been thinking about. ๐Ÿ™‚ I encourage you so get some sort of warm drink (or cold, if you live somewhere hot) and get comfy. This could get long. Now what … Continue reading Aaaannndd, that, folks, is a major ramble.

Stroys (no, that is not a typo), and Why They’re Worth It.

What on Middle Earth is a stroy? Well, it's a story, except the way I spell it. No joke! Almost every single time, I accidentally type 'stroy' instead of 'story'. It's the same with 'myself', which always ends up 'myslef', instead. However, that is not the point of this post. I simply got sidetracked. ๐Ÿ˜› … Continue reading Stroys (no, that is not a typo), and Why They’re Worth It.