Photo courtesy of Morguefile June didn't care if the car wasn't able To be conspicous with all of those labels. She strapped her things on with a cable, Hoping with prayers that all would remain stable Until she made it home to sit at her mother's table And hear her dying mother relate one last... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie This week's prompt, reading, for Tale Weaver #277 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie is an extension of last week's prompt on books. She walked into the place with the books, And her jaw dropped in utter pleasure. So many books to take home and read, Her joyfulness was without measure. She learned very young... Continue Reading →
A nomad with wanderlust is certainly who I am, One who loves to discover strange places and roam, After I have seen all the sights and ate all the food, I start to look forward to the plane trip home. For there is where I can live an ordinary life, And it's the one place... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie I sought a place where I could find peace Away from their awful naming and looks. I found it not in a dark and gloomy place, But between the pages of amazing books. Oh, how enchanted I became as I read Of peoples who resided in distance lands. What relief to finally... Continue Reading →
Ronnie had spotted the wreckage of the small plane, and he'd called the Coast Guard to report it. He'd given all of the crucial information that allowed us to find it in the shallow waters. As we circled it in our boat, I wondered who the passengers had been and where they'd been headed when... Continue Reading →
Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie My father said that Jack would never make anything of himself, as he spent so much time day-dreaming and little time actually doing. But, I loved sitting in his old goldish brown car listening to his poetry that seemed as sweet as candy hearts full of hugs and kisses. Jack made... Continue Reading →
Photo by La Miko in Pexels. com. Mattie and I sit on the shore alone, Wrapped together to fight the damp. I am content to sit here with her, Before we head back to our camp. All I need is her unconditional love, A pot to cook, and a lamp for some light. No oven... Continue Reading →
College fCollage from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt The assignment from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt for April 12, 2020 is to write a poem or prose using the collage above as the prompts. Away from the ordinariness of my life, I allowed my other selves free reign. I became a... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pixabay for the Sunday Photo Fiction Looking through the fence, expecting to see you arrive. Your promises sounded so real that time around. Mama'd told me not to get my hopes up too high. But I couldn't believe that you would let me down. You didn't even call me after the last time,... Continue Reading →
Alex Stoddard New neighbors bought a tiny house Of less than five hundred square feet. I warned them that nothing that small Could all of their needs and wants meet. They chose not to listen to my wisdom, Constructing it with quite a loud hubbub. But, when they finished and needed a bath, They found... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 