Dream #32In its entirety there could have been no more than twelve of us in that little high school class. In our little picturesque college town. Every Saturday night, this little high school in this little college town, class would gather around to hear our story, where ever we chose to tell it that day. I began our story with shadow puppets over a camp fire...Dream #32 by SailorMinaWarden
A well dressed man, stops in front of a tavern on a stormy night. 'British rain is a nightmare!' he exclaims falling up to his hat into a puddle.
Laughter erupts from the crowd as my friend, James, continues our tale...
This man is on a mission of utmost importance! For this man, and hits man alone will-
'Hey! who's out there!'
'Shit! everybody scatter!' singh calls to the crowd.
'Shiely's bar!'I shout before running through the woods with the rest of the class. After all its common knowledge that story telling in our little college town is illegal.
The Little BearLittle Bear Will Never Know,The Little Bear by SailorMinaWarden
What It's Like To Have A Home.
In The Window All Alone.
The Little Bear Without A Home.