Trying to make writing more than just words. Trying to make you feel, touch, smell, hear and taste. Discovering the mystery of words and all they can carry
Trying to make writing more than just words. Trying to make you feel, touch, smell, hear and taste. Discovering the mystery of words and all they can carry
Green is life
It’s new it’s fresh
Orange is change
It’s different
It’s depth
Blue is bright or dark or deep
Orange is smell
It’s bright
It’s a falling leaf
Red is hot and daring and brave
Orange is quiet
It’s an accent
It’s uses are never the same
Yellow is bright and bold and loud
Orange is Burt
It’s the color of a wheat felid
Covered by a cloud
Orange is a pumpkin
A Leaf
The sun
I...
The hallway after summer
The doorway to fall
The beginning of winter
The halfway of summer.
The rain is a bit cool
The grass a bit long
The splash in the pool
The sun a tad hot.
The laughs on the beach
The walks in the woods
The picnic in the park
The late night hide and go seek
The over looked month
The over seen days
The skipped over joy
The passed by rays
The month between
The sun
The s...
Ahhh perfect I knew I could find one. See I’ve been looking for a long time now for the perfect box for my time capsule.
It had to be big enough for all my stuff and water proof so it would survive hindered a of years! Well…just one 100 years.
Now, I’d have to leave the mostest important things in the capsule. Things that will help the people when they find it. Hmmmm
With my box in front of me I ...
“Oh honey it’s all wrong”
My client examines herself in the wall of Mirrors across from her chair.
I bit my lip as she scolds my work.
Honestly, people just don’t appreciate it when someone does what they do best.
Okay, the the cut wasn’t exactly what she asked for but when a runner is given a chance to pass the competition they don’t typically just stay behind just because it’s what they’ve be...
Dear you,
I guess the nice part of a memory is that we can constantly revisit it and remember how it was.
Remember that we were ok. Remember that all the laughs were real. Remember all the butterflies were there.
It’s selfish to tarnish them. To think that you lied all that time. You were honest and I was too, and then we just grew up. And you don’t think less of me. And I have to constantly remin...
All stories come to an end
Stories can’t be told unless there is someone to hear
Someone to heed the warning, someone to overcome the fear.
All stories need an audience.
When a story is heard, can you change how it’s read?
Can you feel the villains hurt, or heal a heroes heart?
Can you make it where a battle never had to start?
Can you make that one character no longer dead?
What’s in a hero...