Home became a prison for her. Written for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #45 from My Random Ramblings. The prompt is Home.
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 →
She looked at the husband, the guy who had stole her heart so many years ago, and she knew that he would always feel like home. Written for the Three Things Challenge #144 from Pensitivity 101: home, guy. look.
I suggested Douglas and I walk on the walking trail that had been prominent in the decision to buy our home. In the eight weeks that we have lived here, we have driven to the Silver Comet Trail to hike, rather than simply walk a couple of blocks and hit the trail near us. But,... Continue Reading →
The light draws us home. A lantern in the doorway. Joy is in the air. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: air and lantern.
Fiction written for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff.com. Jackie had left Griffin, Georgia over twenty-five years ago, promising herself that she would never return. The pain of constantly being taunted and teased at school had nearly drove her insane. Her mother told her to come back and show the people that they did not break... Continue Reading →
We are home, thankfully, a place where I do not feel the need to be reticent in what I think or say. I enjoyed being in California and visiting relatives and seeing lovely friends. I spent three days with a migraine, but Douglas' family tried to include me in as many activities as possible. The... Continue Reading →
Two months ago, I could not wait to get "home." I was ready for the comfort of my house and views from my windows. As the plane landed in Nashville, I nearly bowed down and kissed the ground, so glad to be back in those old familiar places. It had been lovely in Portugal, but... Continue Reading →