Solitaire is the loneliest game in town. Let the cards speak, and they will tell you a story...
A New Life
by Hazel Campbell (Jamawrite)
This is my third story in the 12 short stories in 12 months facebook group
Prompt — New Life. Word count 1000 words
by Paul L Goldman (Paul Goldman MS)
I was going to give it a go,
to try and fool you again
into thinking I had at last
run out of words, that
the remainder was only
so many splatters like
blood dripping and drifting
down the page. Yet, here
by Sean Taylor (seanhtaylor)
A small-town sherriff is forced to confront his own lack of integrity when a town cries for the blood of a black teenager.
I have a dream/
The Bustle and The Stop
by Anthony Simeone
A rhymed first version of a poem (second version to be unrhymed and "grittier")
Seekers — Quest for the Keymaster
by Alison Hunt
The first chapter of my children's fantasy novel and the first book of a planned trilogy. Attempting to publish to Kindle but seem to be going around in circles with that at the moment.
Requiem of the Wilted Rose
by Don J Baldwin (Don Baldwin)
Within a mound of earth and stone there is a cavern of my lover's bones, a tribute to the sting of joy's great desire.
Within those halls of damp and mold lie remains of love now dead and cold and muses weep and wail herein, while banshees ch...
Loss of those we love/
Into The Light — Prologue & Chapter 1
by Marshall Hughes
The second book starts where the first one ends. Reverend Charles McIntyre inadvertently hears Jayden Scott's confession that he killed his own father just before midnight on New Year's Eve. Prologue (Narrator: Reverend Charles McIntyre). Chapter 1 (Narrator: Jayden Edward Scott — Serial Killer).
Poem For Anthony ( Because We Poets Rarely Forget)
by Lin Ross
True Friendship will always exist even when the specter of death looms between us.
One Love. lmr
life and death/
Under Crimson Searchlights
by William Wright (WillWright91)
A war still hangs in their throats And every word is a struggle Cursed, with hate and hellfire The nights still tremble then erupt With broad arcs of red Stalking, across the dark skies Still among them Are...
Liars Are Talking II
by Tonny Mar
I've re-worked some words I have previously posted. My feelings towards the leaders of the world.
by Oliver Broom (Timbar)
He was alone now for sure. After tracking them for six days along the dry riverbed he had left the others far behind, struggling no doubt with the heat and lack of fresh water. Their supplies would have run out by now. They had not ratio...
Bubble bobbing at the end of wax,
in a cup, with time and softness waning,
But so much - so much! — of the empty waiting.
And why should that be abysmal?
Why is that a down?
Why is that a bl...
I can survive my wife leaving and becoming instantaneously pregnant with a younger guy named Jeffery instead of Jeff (who actually goes to church) but it’s the doorknobs that will unhinge me. Is there a pun in that?
Do You See Me?
by C. J. Spammer
Do you see me? I mean, really see me.
by Greg Richards
Day 5 NaPoWriMo Theme the Natural World, with a Twist ...
Reliving the Harlem Renaissance
by Carolyne M. Acen (FloetryC)
"Art must discover and reveal the beauty which prejudice and caricature have overlaid.”
Pilots avoid thunderstorms. Sea captains avoid hurricanes. But there are human storms walking around us as well, that most of us just need to tolerate, because they’re almost impossible to avoid.
by B.L. O'Key
How one's life can change in a short space of time.
A monologue — first draft.
Message in a Bottle
by Julie Martin (Julie A Martin)
Thrust into the raging seas
To travel the salty waves
Swept along the channels
Through time and space
Seeking a kindred spirit
Of Spontaneity and whimsy
Who, upon finding such anonymous message
From one far away
Feels the c...
#Julie A Martin/
To My Fiancée
by Joel Solkoff
There were no taxis on Third Avenue
To take me to you.
I walk and a Carey bus ride later,
I arrived at La Guardia to find the planes grounded because of fog.
The intoxication of last weekend remains:
Valentine’s Day and champagne,
a passion on Washington’s Birthday
The Teeth of Midwinter
by Adam Golden
Chapter one of my Dark Fantasy treatment of the origins and early history of Santa Claus titled "The Grimoire of Yule."
When you find your very boot straps
have fallen into the deep recesses
and you find yourself having forgotten
all the times you indeed pulled your
beautiful self up, remember that
each of these moments-astounding,
Stand Still and Love
by R. Skotarczyk
There's a moment when the Soul is recognized — Another set of eyes, the same horizon line...
stream of consciousness/
being recognized by love
by Alison Sexton (A.L. Sexton)
A small blog piece I wrote about the helpfulness of cursing while stressed. (No actual curse words are in the piece.)
This is a piece I penned after hearing of the new immigration bill signed in the USA yesterday. We all need to pull together, not drift apart, each life turned away is a story. I hope you enjoy it, please feel free to comment and share it if you do.
by Greg Richards
Passion is not constrained by the passage of time or age ...