by Anne Goodwin
The other children threw rocks at me, but that was all right when Mama was there to wipe away my tears. They called me Ghost Girl but she called me Pure. 292 more words
2 days ago
Culpability, imbalance, the dreaded lurgy stalks the porchway, the hamster hutch, the arboretum, and blunt spikes inbetween; night violates day with bags of murk and lovage… 113 more words
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1 year ago
Little Wee Stories
The smell of cinnamon and raisins drew Aldo in.
The bakery had been open for some months, but was rarely visited. With their selection of robust, healthy breads, few people entered. 128 more words
2 days, 20 hours ago
Slice up the orange
aluminium sink top
A savant of the rite
serrates thick zest… 73 more words
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2 years, 7 months ago
A word and photo prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. Use the prompts separately or together. It’s up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. 112 more words
3 days, 21 hours ago
Nat made a hat.
Nat’s hat sat on the rack.
The rack made Nat’s hat fat.
Nat patted the hat.
The cat ate Nat’s hat.
Nat made a new hat.
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The front room stank of beer, the armpit smell of stale kebab meat. Gingerly, Sandy stepped over discarded food wrappers, knocking over a bottle that gurgled lager onto the rug. 146 more words
4 days ago