Avon Van Hassel
So you think you know the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, do you?
Do you know all of them?
Relax, I’m going to tell you. 1,732 more words
2 weeks, 1 day ago
© Anuradha Prasad, 2016
1 month, 2 weeks ago
Once upon a time, there was a pancake.
This pancake’s name was Flapjack.
Unfortunately, Flapjack was an only child.
Now, being an only child is not unfortunate in and of itself, but Flapjack’s situation was rather grim. 1,568 more words
A door opens into a shadowy space, a potter’s workroom. Strands of sunlight that manage to permeate the space reveal a man at the potter’s wheel. 270 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
Smack in the middle of Pottery Town: pots, towering and miniature idols, kilns, and in no particular order to the process, people at work.
A man spread mud on tarpaulin and laid it out in the sun, before proceeding to knead the mud mixed with water. 185 more words
1 month, 4 weeks ago
“Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.” – Wallace Stevens
2 months, 3 weeks ago
My father and I would walk up the monolith. At the top, looking out at the other side – an expanse of trees that emanated a frail, lonely, abandoned air – he would tell me about the tiger who lived there. 267 more words