Old Man Winter

Old Man Winter’s frosty fingers

Touch the writer’s soul

He marks the hearts of poets

With his scintillating storms

His frigid breath blows fierce

O’re all the weary world

The icy winds spark deep, dark thoughts

Of tales to be told

While you’ve been cuddling up in front of a blazing fire with your journal and quill, thawing out from Old Man Winter’s chill, have you been writing deliciously dark tales?

The InkBabes would love to read them.

Submit your dark tales today!

Ever yours,

The InkBabes

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  1. This was done by our lovely darkling Lisa Forget. TY Lisa!

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  2. Wonderfully done Lisa! Masterful! 🙂 Pat

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