Fiery Scribe Review

______________ the entire morning  was held in a basket,  like the kind that would have been  woven by my Aunt …

_____________ We sat in the sea oats  after sunset  smoking cigarettes  & laughing.  He told me about girls…

Can you see in this poem the hopes and dreams  Of a nation packed and sealed up in bulk and then kept as th…

I fell for the trap of believing Chekhov is universal during the second day of my practicum. when I picked …

“YOU HAVE PICKED A very spine-chilling evening to attend our tour. Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Mr. Gre…

THE SUN IS HARSH on the skin, blistering even. The waves quell its hotness. By the shore, the ground is luk…