What is there that I cannot see peering from beneath a blanket of misty gray? I feel a forboding in my spirit I am not alone Join us for MicroFiction Monday as we try to construct a story in 140 characters based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Susan who graciously hosts each week.
teI’m always excited to feature young talent. I was encouraged to write as a teen; that encouragement made all the difference. Who knows where Matt will be in five years – it will be exciting to see. Please enjoy another new writer on One Stop Poetry today
She looked up at the sun her face fresh as Spring which had departed Summer on the wing *** She wanted to cry but no one would hear everyone wanted Fall that was evidently clear *** She was resolved to her fate to be the last one that beautiful face that shone in the sunContinue reading “The End of Summer (a poem)”
Charles sits back reading a magazine and holds a bear when a frame (like a movie reel) flashes through his mind. There she is , Mae, his beautiful little sister. His breath catches; he loves her so much. He sees her run into the house at 456 Ivy Court. He quietly peers into her roomContinue reading “It was over (part three)”