A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XVIII The doctor finally arrived. He was a neat man by the name of Handen, carrying a briefcase large enough to hold Africa and constantly adjusting his wide-rimmed...

Dear reader(s), I thank you for taking time out of your day to sit down and read words I typed onto a computer screen, in this day and age of overlooking the calligraphy I prefer. This story has definitely...

 A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XVII Jamison and Hannah Jane tried everything they could to help Harriet Beatrice Kimbley. The smelling salts were of no use and nothing else could aid the suffering...

 A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XVI Hannah Jane wandered the Chauldings halls aimlessly. She found her feet by Jamison’s office and her mind wondered if he’d just own up to not having a job and...

 A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XV A little girl with abounding russet hair stumbled down the cobbled pathway, laughing without a care in the world. Her big, round eyes glistened with happiness as...

Hannah Jane entered the study and smiled. Jamison, Jamison, Jamison. He could be an odd man, that’s for sure, but he always meant well. What he’d wanted stared up at Hannah Jane ominously, a thickly...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane PART II Chapter XIII He watched Hannah Jane stoke the fire with an expert hand, firelight fleeting across her distraught face. Even in the dark she was beautiful. Light cascaded...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XII The air outside was humid and thick to the lungs. I stood at the door, my hand on the white trim, hip against the other side, my body finally relaxed and no longer...

A Sonnet to Bread One of the few ways you can end up dead By the hand of an otherwise placid girl Is to come between her and her french bread. Beware of she who is pure as pearls Pure...

My parents only used that clock to tell the time Whenever I went outside they would always say Be back by 4 o’clock I was always back on the dot I never wanted to disobey my parents I...

A Daisy For Hannah Jane Chapter XI The only way to be truthful is to keep your eyes on the pupils of your confronter and try your best not to avert your gaze. And that’s exactly what I did when...

Step step step step My eyes are staring into nothing, yet the they seem fixed on the ground, somehow making sure my feet don’t trip on themselves. Both hands in my sweater pockets, head down, and...