To Write With a Broken Pencil is Pointless
The smell of rain on dry earth always made her think of Marlowe. When the first drops began to fall, scattering the dry dirt in little soft puffs she always smiled. 522 more words
Breaking a rule here. A while back, I decided NOT to write about writing. After all, I’m out to recruit readers not writers to my little slice of the internet. 260 more words
3 weeks, 1 day
I have a neighbor, who sends me junk email. Specifically, she posts political propaganda in opposition to my beliefs. She doesn’t mean to be malicious (at least not to me personally. 129 more words
3 weeks, 3 days
I have ink on my middle finger. My fountain pen has a refillable cartridge. It’s the kind you dip into a well and pull up the plunger to suck black blood into the instrument. 126 more words
3 weeks, 4 days
…or as I like to refer to it, the Elixir of Life.
Today’s writing prompt is right up my alley. I am in love with coffee and if I were able, I would marry it. 260 more words
Looking at my life so far I realize that things happen for a reason. Would I go back and change certain things? Of course. 280 more words
Nachos, for the last five years, have been an important food group in my life.
The nachos above are from a hometown restaurant that my friends and I will travel unlimited miles in order to partake in their food. 249 more words