Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie The late morning was clear and crisp as Sawyer stepped out of the travel hostel, trembling in excitement at his good fortune to become a travel blogger! To be paid to travel, write, and take pictures, three of his favorite activities, made this job just perfect for him! His parents wanted... Continue Reading →
It came as no surprise to anyone when he entered the shop and found it inhabited by fluffy cuddly creatures. He was looking for a present for his sweetheart, a woman who loved all kinds of furry animals. He wanted to be the best new boyfriend she had ever known. Never one to be subtle in his... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt The owners, Maeve and Thomas, could have made more money, but they refused to deviate from being open only from Friday to Sunday. The rest of the week, they enjoyed their lives and baked the mouth-watering pastries and breads they proffered to customers who gathered together to... Continue Reading →
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com In the pale light of an autumn day, As the bells of a church pealed in the background, I leaped in your arms, Joyful to be loved and spending this moment with you. Written for Photo Challenge #333 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie and the Three Things Challenge #366: leap, pale, and... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pinterest.com I dreamed of a roof made of thatch, So a trip to Ireland I hatched. This meant a plane I had to catch In this time that no other can match. So, I bought masks by the batch, And found myself on Liam's patch. Written for Saturday Mix-Rhyme Time from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie,... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Jonathan Michael was his name, Cheating at cards was his usual game. But, one day while on unfamilial terrain, The din for his head was so plain That today he is a man truly changed. Written for Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Cards. Fandango prompt is Din. Word of the Day... Continue Reading →
Photo by Cottonbro on Pexels.com Disassociation is what the doctors called it. It will soon get better with these pills, they said. But many weeks went by without a sign of relief, As the depression continued to fill me with dread. Constant darkness hovered, with no lights in sight, I had to find a better... Continue Reading →
The diagnosis wasn't going to change, but Janna was at peace here in the air and out of the sick room. Regardless of the pain in her ankles that the unfamilair boots caused her as she walked on pine needles, she was determined to reach the summit of the hill. The ineffable view of trees,... Continue Reading →
My family still calls me the weird one, An appellation in which I take great pride. I've never been one to follow the crowds, Instead, letting my own beliefs be my guide. As a little girl among the hordes of people Living in slum dwellings of three rooms, I didn't believe the poor were valueless,... Continue Reading →
I had an addiction to being loved. Romance was to me like eating honey. The sweet pleasure of someone's kisses Was more important than their money. Then with a swagger I'd never seen, You blew into my life during a lull. I had no clue my life would unravel, And I never took the time... Continue Reading →
