Inside were musty old rooms stripped of all but dusty old books, peeling paint, and treasures under stretching old iron roof sheets baking in the African sun. But it was home and it had been for ages. It kept me away from them, away from those that hung by the rafters, building their hollow nests …
There were sinister beings in the meadow that consumed women’s souls. They feasted on the joy of our youth. We all knew it. That is why mama locked the doors before we went to sleep. She sprinkled holy water on the windows and doors. Mama even prayed over her sweet little virgins before we went …
Word Count = 55 words Estimated Reading Time = 15 seconds Genre = Poetry
Word Count = 415 words Estimated Reading Time = 2 minutes Hey love. Another month has passed and yet again we stand at the precipice of a new beginning. I am happy to say that for the first time in a long time I am expectant and hopeful as well as all the words to …
Budding (adjective) – beginning and showing signs of promise in a particular sphere.
Reveries (noun) – (plural) – a state of being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts; daydreams