Your green eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. You’ve been questing your whole life, but this level of intensity is in the stratosphere. Your gaze pierces and holds me. It demands answers, and I have none. I am mesmerized by the emotions moving across your face. They are fireworks rising and unfolding, things … Continue reading Momma
Hey, why not ask for more? Baby, that’s the way I feel. You can stand me at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down. Take a lesson from the strangeness you feel. Fate must have a reason, why else endure the season of the hollow soul? The waiting is the hardest part, But … Continue reading A Cento for Your Thoughts
I sit on my white throne and think, How each plop is clear and distinct. And how, as you well know, It’s all gone with the flow, And someone else is stuck with the stink! Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ode”. Find a one- or two-syllable word that rhymes with “ode,”.
Grupp ran fast. We were out of town in a flash and coming up on an abandoned farm. He stopped at the dirt track that ran up to the house and dropped me on my feet. The roof of the house was collapsed and the fields were overgrown. I walked up the weedy drive to … Continue reading Grupp and the Orange Fish
Today's writing prompt: The story must have a snake in it. The story must involve a sack in it. A character questions authority. A character is kind throughout most of the story. During the story, a character finds a long-lost friend. Home again, home again… I was in a warm golden place with a fluffy … Continue reading The Further Adventures of Grupp