as told by melynda
“You’re a Parisian
snowman!” the young
girl, bundled up to her
eyeballs exclaims as
she places a beret on
top of a newly formed
snowman. He’s a bit lopsided, 109 more words
4 days, 3 hours ago
Sometimes I find myself
watching snow falling from
beyond the window
and wondering if I,
too, am being watched
falling from a pedestal.
A pedestal that I… 51 more words
You know how sometimes you just look at someone and think, “Yeah. Your name definitely fits you”?
Is it because you can see the name their parents gave them written on their face? 212 more words
1 year ago
I’ve got eight minutes to write this post and have it go public.
Eight minutes isn’t a very long time, but in some cases, it could feel like forever. 146 more words
At 7:03 this morning, I woke up to a text message (a rarity).
No Ben. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to take this exam. 494 more words
There’s a certain myth that writers actually write better when drunk. F. Scott Fitzgerald did it, Ernest Hemingway did it, as did Oscar Wilde. Hell, Lewis Carroll supposedly dabbled with Absinthe and narcotics. 223 more words
2 years, 4 months ago
This is what happens when you start to write:
At first, you’re incredibly enthusiastic. Your muse is flowing. You have ideas! Brilliant, absolutely, utterly unique ideas. 279 more words