D is for Dread
Today’s story came from the prompt ‘DREAD’.
Today’s story came from the prompt ‘DREAD’.
Five of us in this photograph, she says,I wonder where the rest are.Six, he thinks,I was behind the camera. But she’s already looked away.#ideastory View on Path
Things that are just never ‘right’ Things that shouldn’t but do enough work well enough Things that are sure-fire bad ideas because…trust me, I’ve tried them!
This article (‘Learning to Measure Time in Love and Loss‘) may seem rather formulaic, soppy and trite to some of you. Maybe it is. I know I’m a soft touch for stories like this. But I also think, soft touches are getting increasingly rarer in a cynical today. Independence doesn’t…
When you miss someone, you think of all that happened and wonder,
I wonder if being thirty-four has changed in the last three decades.
The middle of the night feels slightly hysteric. Since late night TV and corporate lifestyles, midnight is what 8:30 p.m. probably was to the generations before. ‘Twilight’ has been co-opted by a low-grade teen horror tale. You’re lying awake at 4:12 in the morning. You dreamt of a guy you…
My affection, it grew like a treeReaching out words like branchesChopped & sanded till you swept up the scrapsWith a broom of the twigs that fell off. *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
Memories. His,thunder through her mindjust like his footstepswhen she was asleep. Hers,splash onto his eyes,making them water.
The Mystery of the Stuttering Parrot by Robert ArthurMy rating: 5 of 5 stars The Three Investigators, for the uninitiated are a trio of teenage boys who solve mysteries. This series addresses the same audience as that of The Hardy Boys & Nancy Drew but I’d like to think the…