Hi...I am a lover of words and wordplay, and an unpublished writer of science fiction and poetry. I also like haiku. I’m really looking forward to getting back into writing for pleasure, and reading what others have shared...
Hi...I am a lover of words and wordplay, and an unpublished writer of science fiction and poetry. I also like haiku. I’m really looking forward to getting back into writing for pleasure, and reading what others have shared...
It’s him.
I never thought I’d see him again.
The bastard.
The bastard that used me.
The bastard that used me for his amusement.
I can’t believe she’s going out with him.
I thought she had better taste in men.
Why would she go out with him?
Oh wait.
I never told her his name.
She doesn’t know he’s a player.
She has no idea.
But look at her.
Look at the way she’s looking at him.
She’s really into hi...
He pokes his nose in the air. Yes, there is definitely something there. Something edible. And he is hungry. It’s been over four days since he last ate. His stomach is growling...
She scurries over the cement, her toenails scratching its cold smoothness. She follows her nose to where she thinks there is a morsel of food. Where is it? Where is the aroma coming from?
He waits, staring intently with...
“Welcome to River Nature Retreat”, the sign said in faded blue writing.
Kenny couldn’t believe his luck. He had won a two-week stay at the fancy resort after sending in twenty cat food labels to “My Cat” Foods Limited. His name was then drawn out of a barrel and he was the winner! He was beyond happy. His job as an accountant was boring - dealing with numbers all day long was getting tiresome, but...
They used to hike here, Lance and Dakota
When the world was blue and green and lush
The trail would crunch underneath their feet
And the air would smell of fir and juniper and moss.
Those were the months before the sun sent its fire
Before the heat in waves scorched the earth
And the exploding sun turned the sky blood red
Now red leaves fill the trees and they die on the ground.
And what of lov...
Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day
And people who say they’ll never leave you sometimes don’t stay
The sound of lonely hearts breaking may be heard far away
And weeping people in the dark hurt where they lay.
A voice carries power for good or for bad
It can be a cruel instrument you didn’t know you had
So be careful what you say when you are feeling mad
You ...
I’ll let you in on a little secret: I have the power to be invisible.
Started when I was about ten. Me and a friend were dabbling with the occult. Yes, it’s pretty young to be doing that sort of thing, but what can I say - I had an unusual childhood. Anyway, we found some spells on the internet on the site www.abracadabra.com. It was meant to be just a joke. Gordon, my friend, asked for a million...
I did not mean to be so enabling to my ex husband. The fact that he was an alcoholic didn’t strike me as a huge problem until I moved in with him. It was then that I began to see both sides of his personality. On the one hand, he was incredibly generous with his time and his love, but on the other hand he could be, when drinking, extremely sparse with his affection. But I loved him very much, and ...
I see her most days, morning and afternoon.
Hers is stop number twelve on the Lincoln to Hospital route.
She is dressed in navy pants and shirt and white flat sneakers.
I am fairly certain she is a nurse.
She is often tired, but she still says hello in a clear, happy tone.
In the afternoon I pick her up from outside the hospital.
I often wonder what sort of day she has had.
I wonder sometimes if ...
A call from his girl
A call in the night
She had crashed her car
Serious was her plight.
“Come get me”, she said
“Please promise this now!”
So he set out at once
Fast as his car would allow.
He raced through the rain
He raced for her sake
Took a corner too fast
Landed in a dark lake.
Lost in the fog
Alone in the deep
Bound by a promise
That he couldn’t keep....
Beep beep beep beep
The sound of the machines keep me awake when I should be sleeping.
The lights at this hour are dimmed, but they make weird shadows on the ceiling.
There are hums too, keeping my mind in an agitated state of wakefulness.
Nearby I hear the night nurses whispered tones.
Next to me, in an adjacent bed, separated only by a thin blue curtain, is an elderly gent, whom, I am led to bel...