Poem 006 – Remember
Remember (verb) – have in or be able to bring to one’s mind an awareness of (someone or something from the past).
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Stocktaking – Goodbye June
Word Count = 263 Estimated Reading Time = 1 minute 20 seconds Hey love. Now June is done and I have to say, it has been quite the bitter cold month. Also, I think I sprained my ankle because my foot swells up to about double its size at the end of every day. Don’t …
Patience is a Virtue – Short Story
The twin ruby doors swung open as a heavy prism of rainbow colors flooded Patientia’s countenance. She had waited for this day all her life, but never anticipated it happening like this. The Hall of the Celestial gleamed in the manifold aura of the eightfold. There were familiar hues of red and orange, yellow and …
Stocktaking – Goodbye May
Word Count = 220 Estimated Reading Time = 1 minute Hey love. So after quite the eventful beginning of the year, I’ll have to say that May was quite slow. There were no guest posts, but only because I just couldn’t bring myself to write. Everything I strung together just felt wrong and a part …
Shipwrecked – Drabble – Micro-Fiction
The piscator who’d cuffed me to the anchor swung his fist at his partner. None of them noticed me break off the piece of Styrofoam sticking out of the ice chest. I quickly fashioned a message; Morse code via aglet. It was a long shot. The message would lead whoever came out of the reefs …
Poem 004 – Reveries
Reveries (noun) – (plural) – a state of being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts; daydreams
Stocktaking – Goodbye April
Word Count = 357 Estimated Reading Time = 1 minute 47 seconds Hey love, another month, another opportunity for awesomeness. April was a good one. The writing bug kept biting and I gladly let into the disease that is storytelling. Amidst said disease, a certain birdie by the name Lexa spread some word about my writing and …
The Night of the Kobolds – Flash Fiction
His kitchen was a hush as all fell asleep, Stomachs stuffed with cured mead, bread, and meat. The feast flung songs up high to the heavens, Now a faint dripping sound was all that could be found. Drip, drop, drip, not all were asleep, Drip, drop, drip, not a sink did he keep, Yet drip, …