Red woke up in his old cot and sleeping bag which he called a bed. It was some time in the morning -- he could tell by the thin streams of light coming in through the cracks between the boards in his shed. He didn’t need a clock -- the small luxuries of the unemployed. But he saw the lights, rubbed his eyes with his scrawny arms, and sat up.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Join us on April 14th at 6pm for a Writing Workshop with Free Pizza. (Click to RSVP on Facebook!) Yes, that's right - we're having free writing with our pizza workshop. As a bonus to enjoying some slices of cheesy goodness, you'll be developing realistic characters for your stories and poems, the kinds of characters who will stare back at your readers and say "leave me alone, reader - this is my life you're browsing through."