Books author - "Jack Ivey"
A fun Christmas tale about Santa and his famous elves, or Elegant Little Fellows, as they are known at the North Pole. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
The very first day of elementary school is always a bit challenging for a youngster, especially if you do not know what you are, even if you do.
Have you ever had to deal with a pesky little fly that was constantly buzzing around your head, distracting and annoying you? Well if this has happened to you, be glad you are not a frog.
Flash fiction contest October - December 2012 All he wanted to do was die, and all he could do was keep dying.....over and over again.
The town of smiley was one of the friendliest places on earth. Everyone knew everyone and as was hppy, until one year. This is the story of that year and two young girls who took matters into their own hands to bring the town back to what it once was, happy.
Another cold and rain filled night in the lonely city. He hates nights like these but then he hates most nights, especially when murder lies waiting in a dark alley. My second entry for the Flash Fiction contest - (October-December 2012) - 355 words
A fun Christmas tale about Santa and his famous elves, or Elegant Little Fellows, as they are known at the North Pole. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
The very first day of elementary school is always a bit challenging for a youngster, especially if you do not know what you are, even if you do.
Have you ever had to deal with a pesky little fly that was constantly buzzing around your head, distracting and annoying you? Well if this has happened to you, be glad you are not a frog.
Flash fiction contest October - December 2012 All he wanted to do was die, and all he could do was keep dying.....over and over again.
The town of smiley was one of the friendliest places on earth. Everyone knew everyone and as was hppy, until one year. This is the story of that year and two young girls who took matters into their own hands to bring the town back to what it once was, happy.
Another cold and rain filled night in the lonely city. He hates nights like these but then he hates most nights, especially when murder lies waiting in a dark alley. My second entry for the Flash Fiction contest - (October-December 2012) - 355 words