Aunt Agnes was stone silent for a change as she stared at the accent green wall in her small room. “Green is one of those…
Category: creative writing
You might slip away solitary one day as the sun sinks low at eventide or drift away one April morning as a burst of green…
Little stragglers I wonder that you’re stranded here fretting about among these last glorious flowers leftover summer gems balancing precariously on the brink of gusty…
The clatter cart hobbles down sterile white tile hallway little square rooms patients wait watching clock minutes move like tragic soldiers circling round batting down…
This poem is for the Miracle Girl and her current WordPress challenge. Visit her blog to read the rules and write your own story or…
In the picture they are sharing the world between the two of them she is holding it in her outstretched arms they stare at the…