She turns the packet in her hand, looking at its poisonous white innards. It was such a temptation, an exit to her problems, a chance to hide from the rain of the crumbling world around her. Just… more →
Words That Flow Like Waterwrote 1 week ago: She turns the packet in her hand, looking at its poisonous white innards. It was such a temptatio … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: They tell me to pen the name, On the gilt edged paper, And send it to the one entitled. They didn’t … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: He took off his hat, pulled off his gloves and looked at forward. He took of his jacket and untie … more →
wrote 1 month ago: The purple dress hung unwanted in the closet. The purple dress was worn unwillingly by the puffed up … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Are you crying? Said the Spirit to the girl by the stream. Yes, said the girl. Are you hurt? No. Th … more →
wrote 1 month ago: It sailed down the river wide, looking for a place to dock. It floundered as a boat like tha … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Palely cool against my skin, I am warmed, by the sun that has little shine. It’s just one mo … more →
wrote 1 month ago: The sky darkens earlier, and the rain pours more frequently. The sun shines and moods fade e … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Born, the creation that is earth. A collision of rock, water and cosmic whatevers. The sun, … more →
wrote 2 months ago: They are waiting by my side, breathing as I breathe, waiting as I am. We wait under the shad … more →
wrote 2 months ago: I take my seat, drink my coffee, feel invigorated. I’m ready. The lecturer begins talking. … more →
wrote 2 months ago: She stood there, eyes staring out at the wide expanse of green and blue. This was her world. … more →
wrote 2 months ago: She ran down the ramp, her ties flapping away from her. She was free. There were shouts of … more →
wrote 2 months ago: Only a few faint side effects, they said. Nothing bad at all. Just a runny nose, they said. … more →
wrote 2 months ago: She strode across the courtyard distancing herself. She peered into her reticle, ignoring al … more →
wrote 2 months ago: It’s easy to say, impossible. To do so is a different fate. But to admit it, is a great sac … more →
wrote 3 months ago: She built a boat with her bare hands. Every nail she hammered and every board she smoothed lovingly … more →
wrote 3 months ago: The wind blows through the screen, ruffles my hair, teases my shirt. I turn my head slightl … more →
wrote 3 months ago: It was his hand holding my waist, and the press of his shoulder against my mouth. The way we … more →