Sundays are for Writing
Beautiful Sunday afternoon Sun shining with not a cloud in the sky Birds chirping, Ravens cawing Breeze rustling the leaves Shadows cast over the grass as the…
Blanc
  White. A blank page or canvas. The challenge: bring order to the whole...   through design... composition... tension... balance…
Pen
It lands acutely, absolutely. An albatross over a white ocean, wandering, wondering, nearer the horizon, eventually exhausted, exasperated. It is devoid of…
The Elemental Queen
The circumstances of my existence have defined me. They have brought me great power and freedom, but also a great deal of torment. Although I am profound; with…
Waiting for a Better Tomorrow
Stretching out my fingers, I imagined them as wings. The joints and ligaments tightened and then loosened as I reset my hands back into the rest position—palms…
My Brain is Melting
I think my brain is melting it’s making quite a mess every time I click my pen I leak out on my desk I’d wipe it up with paragraphs and turn the page anew but…
The contest
Breathe, Breathe, Miguel told himself. The room was spacious, but he felt as if the walls were closing in on him, trapping him, preventing him from breathing…
My Own Enemy
Fear has kept me away. Fear of being consumed, of pouring myself out, wringing my heart and mind until there is nothing left. Fear is a powerful motivator but…
Disturbed
You cannot read this text I am writing to you I don’t know why I am sending you this. I know Right after I’m done writing, My cat will leap up to the desk…
taxonomy
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The Project
The book has been waiting for years. It is a long-ago gift, from a birthday or similar occasion of which time blurs the specifics. The cover is a textured…
So
A blonde walks into a bar and she isn’t looking for sex. Exactly.
Here Be Words
“Sorry, mum, I can’t talk right now. I’m on vacation with some buddies of mine from the Third Moon of Delerapidieousath. No, not the ones in the band. These…
His New Bestseller
“So,” said Roberts, smiling keenly, “What did you think?” David sat for a moment and considered his reply. Eventually he said, “It’s… different.“…
The Cat, part 2
He cursed. Screamed. Wept. Pleaded. The cat was indifferent. It yawned, lifted a leg, and began licking itself. He yanked open a drawer and rummaged until he…
The Cat
The cat wouldn’t let him get his work done. It wasn’t what you think. The cat didn’t demand attention. It didn’t want food or to be let out. The litterbox was…
Meeting of Minds
The door to the library burst open, startling Edward out of his reverie. He snapped to attention, quickly stashing the parchment and quill as the door snapped…
Causes Not Lost (A Message to Micky)
What is a writer but one who writes? Do not give in to thoughts of fright, for the proving of worth is not cause to create. Writing has value but doesn’t…
The Ficly Beginner
As I burst through the door, I plop onto the sofa and snuggle down into the soft cushioned fabric. I open my laptop and excitedly open Ficly. I click on the…
The Chosen One
“Put him in the box and let him think about this atrocious story!” “What?!” Dolo pleaded. “No. No, I’m not trying to be anyone I…I…” He felt his face flush…