My crystal ball just came in the mail. We are all fucked. Or is it rich? I forget. Its Bloody-Mary hour.
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Challenge open Saturday 18th February 2017 – Friday 24th February 2017 Welcome to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge. For those who have never dropped by before a new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am GMT. Today’s prompt is: Entrance My attempt at today’s prompt is: Her…
Dear Mother-in-law, If I could give you the moon, I would. I hear there is no gravity there And maybe, Your cold, lifeless heart Would just float away Into nothingness.
She spoke like a dreamer. Each line pulled me towards her, towards the words. I folded the moment, the space, and everything between us. I moved through the chairs, the tables, the humans, like a spirit passing through to some other side. I knelt before her at the base of the stage, and pulled my… Read More La Muerte Spoken Words
i wish I could walk on rainbows, dance the cha-cha on red, yellow, and indigo’s. i’d get naked at the top, stain my skin with green and violet drops. i’d live in a rainbow if I could, set sail in a raindrop and navigate through blue; to orange hue. Image@ Giphy.com
If you could take a pen, Paper, and show heartbreak, you’re good. If you could do it sober, You have talent. Image@ lexieproject.com
If they could bottle anything I’d get drunk on your kiss.