Read my stories: delve into worlds of wonder and magic
If I had a boxful of marbles, I’d build a tiny axe Then I’d go to the garden and I’d fill the cracks in the
The star in Dan’s pocket woke up one night, when Dan should’ve been sleeping. He was sitting on the edge of a harbor in a
The town of Mystique Vale was a peculiar little place. It was small, no bigger than a village, but had a busy train station. Dan
I walk in these circles These circles that I walk in Made of wool and made of strings Laid out on the ground at my
Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking
There was a tree in my back-yard I used to call it the Wishing Tree; It had wishes hanging from its branches like stars And
