After the latest in a string of heartbreaks, Joe's mother told him, "Running after beautiful women will be your downfall, Joseph! Just find a good girl with high virtues and get married already!" Joe was trying not to listen to her advice, but the stridulations in her voice prevented him simply toning her out. He... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie "Hold the sign higher, Carol Anne!" She was trying to give her old arms some rest, but people kept screaming at her to put the sign up higher and higher, so everyone could see their message of hope. Carol Anne wanted to tell Jan, her best friend of over 50 years, that... Continue Reading →
Photo by Raine Nectar at Pexels.Com I saw a rainbow glowing beyond the horizon, And it stirred in me a hope that I had lost. It made me realize that sometimes we forget That freedom and love come at a heavy cost. It is a payment that everyone must share Across the generations and space... Continue Reading →
Shay, the blonde tourist guide from Hades, called to us with that infernal bell. By the end of the tour, I was wishing to place that bell in you know where! All of us wanted to remain another hour at the Rijksmuseum, a wonderful landmark in Amsterdam, but our plaintive cries went unheeded, because she... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie “Do you hear the people sing?” Carol listened harder, and she could just make out a sound so wonderful that she ran towards it. Joe shouted, Come back!" But, she was enthralled as she ran up to the barricades and saw people of all races with hands joined and singing with majesty... Continue Reading →
Detective Chief Inspector Warren looked on the prisoner nicknamed among the cops as the Canary, whose real name was Wilton Marbury III. Wilton was spilling all of the supposed secrets of the latest bungled heist. But, DCI Warren wondered if they could believe anything the Canary said, as lying had passed as normal behavior for... Continue Reading →
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 →
Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare. Julia had stared out the window of the inpatient mental facility. She had wished so badly to be on the other side of the locked door. But, the panic attacks had just kept coming, and no medication cocktail seemed capable of stopping them... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie The library has been closed in my town, And, for shame, I had to pay for my books. But Amazon doesn't give me the same feel, Without little reading crannies and nooks. Yet, there is no reason to keep them closed, For everyone social distances by choice. We find our books and... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 