FrAGmeNted
My Mother broke every plate in the house that day. She wouldn’t speak to me. She just kept grabbing plates from the cupboard and smashing them into shards on the tiled floor. I… Continue reading
My Mother broke every plate in the house that day. She wouldn’t speak to me. She just kept grabbing plates from the cupboard and smashing them into shards on the tiled floor. I… Continue reading
My son has given me a Writing challenge: “Invitation.” Use that word and write something. 🙂 So here it goes… Excitement awaits The lure of fanciful expectations Intertwine in a medley of anticipation… Continue reading
Dragonflies. Artificial. Brilliant. Alight in night. peekiequeen poem/Six word story copyright: Thursday, June 5, 2014
"Are you… Dead?" "Yes. I am." "How do you feel?" "I don't know… I can't…I'm a bit cold." "Cold?" "Yes, cold. I feel cold. My hands are cold. My… I could use a… Continue reading
HE LUMBERED IN TO THE CAFÉ and took his usual spot at the lunch counter. He knew what he wanted to order but he couldn’t formulate the request. Instead, he sat hunched over,… Continue reading
It sits there unattended and grey. But its actually not grey. Its blue and black. Colour doesn’t really matter as its purpose lies beyond the surface. For once it is lifted from there… Continue reading
Being an apple is fun, well sometimes. No one really wants to be eaten of course. But if i had to think about happiness in my fruity existence, I would say that what… Continue reading