Writings for the Earth Guardians.
Once upon a time, there was a young crow, who spent most of his days gazing at his reflection in the water from a tree branch that grew by the side of a river. The river was so wide, the bird could not see where it began, or where it ended. All he could see… Continue reading The Vain Crow.
By Ann Murphy This is a short story I wrote for a Writer's cafe competition. I wrote a lot of fiction for a while but have not got the uninterrupted time to do it now. I wonder when I ever will... She gazed out of the window, the stone, wall-lined, fields creating a checker-board on… Continue reading Scene from an Aran Window.
Ann M Murphy 