Sharalynne Middleton
Bio
I remember trying to write when I was about 2. Writing out lines of connected N, M, W, C, and S's and then telling my story back to anyone that would listen. That would include my mom or trees!
So, you might say writing is a passion.
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Of Selkies and White Lawn Nighties
The storm broke as I climbed the stairs; I thought “Hallelew! this humidity will be done and I can sleep tonight.” I watched as the lightening crackled across the bay, finding home in the shore, the lights flickered once, then - POP we lost power. I LOVE a good storm I crawled into my pulling up the quilt and I settled in to enjoy the crackle and POW of the Thunder-Gods rolling their bowling balls across the sky. I fell asleep sometime after midnight. The storm front moving past and a gentle rain coming down. Combining with the soft rhythmic swhsish of the waves across the sand and the shore the breeze; the night captured my consciousness and we dived into sleep.
By Sharalynne Middleton5 years ago in Futurism
