What do I think about? Is it love or my family? Or is it a wonder trip and all-nighters? I think of rainbow unicorns, with soft wavy hair like my mother used to have, and a horn that sharpens as a spiral, much like my thoughts. It has eyes like me father's, and crooked teeth … Continue reading Inside my head.
"Everybody knows that the war is over. Everybody knows that the good guys lost." - Sigrid Day one. She felt the walls around her collapse, her eyes refused to dry, her lips could not stop quivering, and she was unable to move. So, she sat on the floor, her back against the bathroom door and … Continue reading The war has ended.
Life is a bright sun, but it is also a tornado. These are not real stories, but the problems are real. Also, these are two different stories. I hope we survive. She was only eleven when this had happened. It was a sunny afternoon and she wanted to play with her friends in the park. … Continue reading Life.
This is Submission FOURTEEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Revenge I seek. Crimson lips fade to pale, Confessions of Love - a sting in the tale, It was meant for me, I know it's so, Another path, you must go, A heart … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (14)
This is Submission THIRTEEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Hangover Last night wasn't the first time I've dreamt of you, But I have never before woken, With such a lingering sadness on my tongue, That tastes of all the words we … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (13)