I could tell you that I know what it is to travel across the sea in a boat powered merely by the wind, but you’d
Reflection
Your reflection in the pond is not one you wish to see your youthful looks are missing disappeared by the setting sun. Shadows play
Fresh Start
He took in a deep breath and let it go, watching as it appeared in a cloud before him. Ice covered the ground and everyone
Reader’s Choice | December 2016
Hello, lovely readers! It’s that time again! The time of the month where I ask you what the inspiration for an upcoming post should be. Simply
NaNoWriMo Recap
Hello everyone, It feels like a long time since I’ve written here on Scribe’s Canvas. Posts have been going up, but I wrote all but
Reader’s Choice | November 2016
Hello, everyone! It’s that time again! It’s time for you, the lovely readers, to choose the inspiration for an upcoming post. If you’re wondering how
Inner Monolouge of a Dog | 200 word story
It’s just sitting there, in my easy reach. Don’t the humans know that I can get it from here? Or, maybe they know I can
Reader’s Choice | October 2016
It’s that time again! It’s time for another reader’s choice! This is where you, the lovely readers, choose the inspiration for next week’s post. If
I Never Stood a Chance
“I never stood a chance did I?” “That’s the sad part, you did once.” “I did? What did I do?” “You ruined it, your chance.”
When He Sees Her
His toes are tapping, wanting to drag him out onto the dance floor. He resists the urge. He has to wait until he finds the
Hidden from View | 200 Word Story
She was panting. They were getting closer. She could hear footsteps; pacing around the room. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her body as they passed
The Leap
He’s sitting staring down into his coffee, trying to decide what to do. There is pressure from all sides, but the strongest source of all
The Roar of the Crowd | 200-word story
This was inspired by the Olympics. The opening ceremony is tonight. It’s the quiet before the storm. Though it isn’t very quiet. There’s a blur
Drip, Drip, Drip | Reader’s Choice
This is the post for which you, the lovely readers, chose the inspiration. There was a tie between “cat” and “crimson”. A huge thank you
The Closeted Musician
The notes flew from his fingers as they moved across the piano keys. His ears listened closely to every single sound. With each note, the