The Tragic Flood of The Cornbread Mountain
As many of you know, I consider myself a writer. I write lots of stories, full of dragon and intrigue and love and revenge. Tales of war, tales of peace (actually…mostly tales of war), tales of epic journeys and dangerous quests. Stories about men and women who wage war on evil and preserve that which is good. You’ve all read those kinds of stories.
I’ve been asked by various people, (usually adults) why I write. It’s because as long as I remember I’ve been telling myself stories. One of the stories was one I created specifically for when I made cornbread. And here I present the thrilling tale.