Writing by Ian Archive
This is an article I wrote for a travel writing course I took several months ago. I’m driving across the Howard Frankland Bridge from Tampa, Florida with my destination, St. Petersburg, on the horizon. As I get closer to the shore I begin to see the many pelicans and seagulls that are fixtures of the
The wolf crept up on his prey. He was hungry. He hadn’t eaten in three days. The bird looked to be just the right size to fill up his starving belly. Through the bushes and thickets he crept, inching closer and closer. Almost there. Careful not to make too much noise. Slowly, slowly… he
“What the hell am I even doing with my life?” Martha McReery mused to herself as she waited for her bus.