The world swishes by. The blue of the sky quickly being replaced by the tree behind you. You pump your legs harder, trying to launch
dancing along to Taylor Swift
With Taylor Swift’s “Lover” blaring through her headphones, Rose closed her eyes and stood in the middle of the room. She’d only recently pushed all
Breathe…
The emotion has its hand against your chest, its powerful weight pressing down upon you. Can you feel it? Pressing harder for every breath you
Dog in the Garden
Bees flittered between brightly colored flowers, which were swaying in the light morning breeze. Birds chatted to each other from neighboring trees, welcoming the day.
a writer picks up her pen…
A writer picks up her pen and feels a shock of disbelief strike down her spine. Can she still do this? After all this time?
and she tucked in her shirt
Standing before the mirror, she was unsure. Years of speculation and a lack of self-confidence were calling her. She should be dressing a certain way
The Girl | Reader’s Choice
This post’s inspiration is “onions” and was picked by you the lovely readers. Thank you to all of you who participated! He tightly grips the
a Cup of Tea | 200 word story
I hold the mug between my hands, enjoying the warmth that sinks through to my bones. I hold it up to my face, close my
Dandelions
It was a crisp spring day. One of those where the sky is a pale, stunning blue; free of clouds and dancing with a light
Dawn | 200 Word Story
The milky dawn light filters through the cloud cover; coloring everything in shades of light pink and gray. First, your ears awaken to the sounds of
a pocket full of time | Reader’s Choice
This month’s Reader’s Choice was inspired by the word “pocket”. Thank you to all who participated! I hope you enjoy. I have time inside
Restless | 200 Word Story
You are restless. The world is calling you, calling you to do something. Maybe something profound. Or maybe something… just something. You’re not sure what exactly,
Freckles | Reader’s Choice
Thank you to all of you who participated! The inspiration is the word “freckle”. I hope you enjoy! “Mom,” she said softly one night as
and the cold grips your heart…
The wind lashes at your face, making your eyes squint shut and your cheeks burn with the cold air. You try to wipe away the
Masterpiece of Neutrals
A soft dusting of snow drifted down from the gray sky above. There was no breeze to speak of; the layers of puffy clouds hung