Robert Lewis
Bio
I had come to describe myself as a "creative". This was in order to acknowledge all my working disciplines. Years as story illustrator, years in journalism design, years as an oil painter. All the while writing.
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Clementine's Cache
At the top of a 49-foot pine, Clementine was able to see the entire land. She held tight, but never in fear. This was her place. Quiet, removed. Room, with a view. A warm breeze tousled her red hair across her freckled face. She squinted. She breathed in the scent of pineapple. Her arms warming in the late sunlight. Below, the land stretched away.
By Robert Lewis5 years ago in Humans
Vine
The sun peeked over the morning hills. Manny Panbroke's coffee maker was hissing and sputtering coffee into his cup. A fine, reassuring sound, he thought. Manny rustled the newspaper at the table, glancing over his shoulder at the kitchen door. Try to keep the sounds down, he thought. This was his time alone.
By Robert Lewis5 years ago in Horror
