rainy, gray clouds speak of sad thoughts; I welcome them I’ll dance in the rain
Exploration
the books on the shelf are whispering, calling me to go explore worlds
Bravery
fighting against the truths we’ve convinced ourselves of, an act of bravery
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
Plan with Me | May 2018
Hello everyone! I’ve been loving Plan With Me videos and posts a lot lately and I thought it would be fun to join in with
Reader’s Choice Voting Issue
Hi everyone, There was a snafu on my end with the voting for the inspiration for this month’s Reader’s Choice, sorry about that! I will
Reader’s Choice | April 2018
Hello lovely readers! It’s time for another Reader’s Choice! I’ve loved doing these posts again and I hope you’re enjoying them too. For those of
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
Welcome to the New Scribe’s Canvas!
Hello Lovely Readers! I am so happy to finally be able to share the new Scribe’s Canvas with all of you! Things look different but
Reader’s Choice | March 2018
Hello Lovely Readers! I’m so excited to announce that I’ll be doing another Reader’s Choice! I’ve missed doing these and thought it would be a
an arrow to the heart
with an arrow to the heart the world shattered in a state of internal confusion. thought it was a myth, that phrase, home
Lazy Sunday
time to get started, time to begin the day, but… the bed is cozy…
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