I could summon the hordes with a snap of my fingers, My feet, Rooted, planted to the ground I am connect. I could create floods, Hurled bolts of lightening across a placid sky. But I can't recreate the feeling of... Continue Reading →
This imagine invokes feelings. What exactly I feel, I'm not sure. I just know I like the opaqueness of the sky. The foggy-mistiness of the foreground. This imagine invokes feelings. Not quite sure what they are but, I like them.... Continue Reading →
"Sonya, Sonya!" Margaret whispered. "Whaaatt!" Margaret said in an exaggerated tone. "She cutting that cake with a butter knife!" Margaret slowly shook her head in shame "Its like she learned nothing." Welcome to week 170 of Three Line Tales! A... Continue Reading →
It was just supposed to be a regular date night, dinner and maybe a movie if it wasn't too late. How they ended up under a bridge with the car radio blaring and her twirling to King Harvest, he'd never... Continue Reading →
I never asked for company. Didn't issue an invitation on my journey either. So how the heck did you get here? I have enough baggage, No passengers on my plane, No backseat drivers either. I suggest you get off at... Continue Reading →
Pit. Pat. Pit Pat. Raindrops hit the old screen on the window. Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pat. Sounds should soothe... Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pit-pat. Echoes sounding off in my mind Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. The rain signals his return. Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pit. Pat.... Continue Reading →
You are the love of my life. Stop giving me the rest of you. Stop giving me the remnants. Only coming to me when your souls in need of refilling, Forever giving me the bitterest of the rind. I find... Continue Reading →
"Gotta keep it together. No falling apart, no time for that. Picking up the pieces takes too long, It's luxury you can't afford." Internal dialogue of stress-filled mind. The penance of silence for failing perfection. via Daily Prompt: Silent
Chapter 10 of Sleeper Cell Angela and Justin pulled into the parking garage of Dr. Loveitt's building. Heart racing a mile a minute she sat silently beside Justin, waiting for him to tell her what the next move was. Growing... Continue Reading →
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