In some ways, I'm a normal teen writer. In others I'm unusual. Decide for yourself.
The snow was gentle on that day. It fell to the ground in lazy spirals, blown about by the remnants of the wind. There had been a tempest last night, but today only a quiet whisper blew through the high peaks of the Tierra Denai.
By Leo Greer4 years ago in Fiction
Dark sky, Bright moon, Bleeding starlight reflects off crimson apples. Smooth leaves, Rough bark,
By Leo Greer4 years ago in Poets
Distance is a strange thing, It hushes some things, and lights up others, It separates, but brings together, It is so powerful at times,
