Fumbling for words...

Does love have the weight of infinity. Either-way its either bountiful or nil, liberal or Nada... ...do bats, dream in sonar? “My thoughts are—yes”
Cherry

The Football & The Vase

This is a story that I wrote when I was in my early teens (about 12-13). Might not be up to much but I thought I might give it a try.

Vultures

Like vultures we wait, the old, the strange they have no place here. Those with their dignity not quite attached, they’ll watch it scraped away like weak skin. Bones laid bare,

Princess

I refuse to be a part of her silly delusion. She’s sitting high, twirling perfect hair through perfect fingers. And I am here, twisting thoughts through a very imperfect mind.

Ding! Dong! A Halloween Tale

An early Happy Halloween to you all.

Pesky's Great Escape

Unfortunately, this series could run until the men in white coats come for me

Autumn's song

These trees, with leaves falling like Amber lanterns, sway to the rhythm Of this seasons dictate. Captures my imagination And paints a green canvas With an autumnal bloom.

Jokes for temples

Jokes for temples… Temples’ secrets songs are duo. Meals are meats and warms are wools. Nuns can beg for better meals. Monks will serve our nuns and pure.
Cherry

The Census

My annual story census has helped me to develop as a writer and to better reflect the world around me.
Cherry

Beautiful Dream (IP)

This weeks IP reminded me of love. It's always nice when the real thing comes along and words seem useless. Weary of all who come with words, words but no language That’s love.

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