“My sword is called ‘Writing’ and I sharpen it with words and develop my technique through storytelling.” Feedback is always appreciated as are kind words and encouragement.
“My sword is called ‘Writing’ and I sharpen it with words and develop my technique through storytelling.” Feedback is always appreciated as are kind words and encouragement.
“I need to confess something… I did it. Now, can you please pass the wine?”
“No Daisy not you.”
“Yes Dan it was me. Now pass the wine please.”
“Daisy say it ain’t so?”
“Yes Uncle Robert, it’s true. Now someone pass the wine.”
“By the heavens, my dear child, have you no shame?”
“No Aunt Beatrice, no shame here. Pass the wine please.”
“My little girl, oh my little girl.”
“It’s alright sweetheart, we...
All her life they were unchallenged.
Now they are being threatened.
Casey King has always been an over achiever in everything she’s done, from school work to athletics she has always excelled. Now she is being rewarded for it with a two year trip around Europe where she gets to pursue her schooling anyway she wants.
When she arrives, Casey meets Elisa, a beautiful little troublemaker, and her b...
“We are getting impatient, Henry. You know very well we don’t like to be kept waiting.”
“I have already given you my answer already! I have a wife and a baby on the way, I can’t do any work right now. Please, Mr. Red, I just want to retire.”
“You knows we can’t do that, Henry. You’re too valuable of an asset. If you won’t come in of your own accord, we do have… other ways to make you comply.”
“...
Beautiful.
Peaceful.
Silent.
As I walk through the woods that day, those are the words I choose to use.
I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the freshness of the earthy air. Light trickles through the canopy above, allowing me to take in the forests colours. The leaves, dark green in the shade, vibrant in the light, the rainbow of browns of the dirt path and the tree bark, and the foliage...
“You want to do what now?” I ask Rachel as we sit there in the cafe, drinking our $10 coffees.
“I want to abseil down a building,” she says nonchalantly as she takes a sip of her coffee. “It’s been something I’ve wanted for to do for a while and I figured with things going so well between us that you might want to join me.”
I just blink in shock. Sure things were going great, actually better then...
Everyday, of every week
He comes and buys the same flowers
Monday it’s marigolds
A piece of gold and ray of sun
To begin the week anew
Tuesday it’s tulips
Red, yellow, white and pink
A rainbow to brighten the day
Wednesday it’s wallflowers
Purple and gold, four petals and all
Weirdly enough, they don’t grow on a wall
Thursday it’s tiger lilies
A fierce name for sure
But beautiful nonetheless...
The days are starting to blur together.
I don’t know if it’s Monday or Friday, yesterday or tomorrow, hell, I couldn’t even tell you the month. But what I do know, without a single doubt in my mind, is that I am done living in this tedium of a post apocalyptic nightmare.
I’ve tried to find people, some semblance of what ever society is left, but I’ve had no luck. I had a dog once. A little fluff...