Death – Project : N.K. Sterling

Poem: The Cowboy

In the mountains of Wyoming he did ride, here came the snow drift and the frozen tide. With unsure footing he stumbled through the cold. His horse by his side and gun strapped to hip, his frozen fingers could not grip. With shaking chills that racked his frame, his breath a fog, his boots didContinue reading “Poem: The Cowboy”

Short Story: Final Dance

His golden gaze steadily rested upon her aged silver hair that hung loosely about the chair which faced the open window. He knew she stared blankly out into the court yard below. How long had it been since he had last made contact with her? Years to her own physical form but to him itContinue reading “Short Story: Final Dance”