Once more into the night. Banking on faith, in spite. Every shadow has fallen. Echoes of wolves a callin. Safety at his expense. Courage, the best defense. Enduring pride and will. Any chance of a kill? Sincerity in his eyes. Running low on supplies. Bitter the cold, the dark. Hoping luck will give a spark.Continue reading “THE LAST HUNT by Nick Arndt”
THE FLOW STATE 