Ryan V : Writing

Tram Station

Tram Station

A Story by Ryan V


He hungrily tore away at a ham and cheese sandwich. The bread was tough and the meat and cheese cheap, because restaurants were expensive in thi..
Eating Out

Eating Out

A Story by Ryan V


He returned to the hotel early in the morning. The sky was grey wit rain and the light was pale. The hotel was an old stone building, which appe..
An Evening Out

An Evening Out

A Story by Ryan V


The night was black around a brightly lit mansion. The mansion, which seemed to be enveloped in a fire of artificial light, was settled inside d..
Tributary

Tributary

A Story by Ryan V


Blue mountains silhouetted the late sun. A cold frost began to set heavily on the fresh, sweet smelling pine branches that lined a small river, ..
Whiskey

Whiskey

A Story by Ryan V


There was one uncle that I never quite cared for. In fact, I could count on one of my hands the people who actually cared for his company. He wa..
Play Puddle

Play Puddle

A Poem by Ryan V


Cold, freezing, stinging, sideways raincatches me off guard.From a grey sky it falls;wisps of raincloud; swirl, twist and mix.Thunder echoes as lightn..