A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
A collaboration of forty-two on interconnecting thoughts, emotions, and journeys! Enjoy!
The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
I'm sorry for the bad edit π
Hope you enjoy regardless!
Dedicated to @goldenratio0618
@erisa
Thank you for reading <3
I miss you , but I'm stuck here , writing sloppy poems about "us" , that doesn't exist any more .
You are a quiet lake | Raw, natural, and imperfectly perfect ΰ¦
Bewitched be I, carillon broken, for I sing always same melody, and that is, my love for thee.β
-Enamorarte"
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: I have to confess, I invited you here today to tell show you something very important. I want to enamor you same way our parents did. When love was intere...
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: He dropped his green duffle bags as soon as he came through the front door to her surprise. Elegant in his dress blues, this was the only time she grinned that he came...
A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
A collaboration of forty-two on interconnecting thoughts, emotions, and journeys! Enjoy!
The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
I'm sorry for the bad edit π
Hope you enjoy regardless!
Dedicated to @goldenratio0618
@erisa
Thank you for reading <3
I miss you , but I'm stuck here , writing sloppy poems about "us" , that doesn't exist any more .
You are a quiet lake | Raw, natural, and imperfectly perfect ΰ¦
Bewitched be I, carillon broken, for I sing always same melody, and that is, my love for thee.β
-Enamorarte"
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: I have to confess, I invited you here today to tell show you something very important. I want to enamor you same way our parents did. When love was intere...
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: He dropped his green duffle bags as soon as he came through the front door to her surprise. Elegant in his dress blues, this was the only time she grinned that he came...