
Dark and light swirled, forever in tandem. Simply existing.
Ramblings, mostly. Fun ramblings though.
Dark and light swirled, forever in tandem. Simply existing.
Yellow is his colour; warm, bright, beautiful.
Hers was an appetite for distraction.
Are tears just salty soul tea?
Respectfully, get utterly fucked.
Kittens, though.
In the arms of anyone else he felt entirely alone.
They called her strange as though it was an insult.
“Tea time?” … “Tea time.”
She was all flowers and ferns.
The road was long but someone had to walk it.
She finally knew love. It tore her apart.
They were suddenly faced with their own insignificance.
She refused to waste her life suffocating in stagnancy.
Where the rainbow ends is just a matter of perspective.
You are somebody’s pot of gold. Science says so.
Her sun was setting. She chose to rise.
The stars fell like autumn leaves. The world was ending.
The frangipannis are no longer bare. Spring is here!
Since I’ve starting writing for other people as a day job, my own writing has come to all but a stand still. This is my answer to a stale mind. I call them shorts. They’re basically little pieces of a story told in 10 words or less. I’m not sure how often they’ll make an appearance, but I’m hoping they can help me get back into that good, good writer’s groove.
Enjoy…
She drank her coffee. Then, joy.