the pulse of the red wine running through your arteries pierces through my heart like a quiver. 128 proof wormwood burrows warm openings through.
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Such splendor… (no Splenda…
(unfinished sketch of an idea)
As mentioned in my last post, I made the move last week to transfer some of my photographs onto a gallery type site, and it’s been building slowly. 489 more words
The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge by Charli Mills this week was all about trees… and here is my story.
Carved in Wood
She traced the names, carved in the bark of their special tree fifty years ago, with her fingertips. 143 more words
Great wee flash fiction story by Sally Cronin for you today. Enjoy!
It turned out to be much easier than ever to find their way there, to the Great Hall in the Great Castle in the Great City of Setebos. 1,674 more words
“Is there anything I can pray for you for, Todd?” Lauren asked me.
This type of question typically turns me off, but the fact that she asked in a genuine tone, rather than throwing a religious tract at me, felt less uncomfortable. 835 more words
These are just for today!
And every one of them is great, of course. I want to do them all. I realize they don’t all have to be done today, but my own “rain” inspirational thingie is already 4 days old and goes well with blustery fog during the fervent breakup over the kitchen remodel, or whatever. 13 more words