Is it calm or is it calamity?
Those quiet, private moments are those I cherish most. Some are real, some are fiction. They are romantic all the same.
Birth, the absence of normality, rejection. || Short story challenge to write a piece in exactly 55 words.
Day 7 of the GloPoWriMo challenge. This is borderline a micro-fiction story but its arranged like a poem.
"I have never felt more like a God as I have while killing you." || Micro-fiction a little over 100 words in length. Kind of random.
Inspired by real events, after attending a pagan witch's new moon ceremony deep in a rainforest. The man was an effigy.
In a different time, in a different place, there was a different way of life...
The death dealer does not always wear a black robe, does not always carry a sythe, and rarely arrives announced.
There's a reason humans don't like their hands to hang off the bed...
Source: https://taptaptap.co/user/zXZCA9qoz8Z2P7ml15S8btnRzcl1
Sometimes grief is like a wave, and healing is like a butterfly.
Source: http://itakeoffthemask.com/books/best-poems-on-grief-book-waves-butterflies/
Micro-fiction romance sitting at about 300 words. || Forgive the quick announcement at the beginning and please follow me on Twitch to see me live-read my work! https://twitch.tv/somski3
Careful what you sow, one day, you'll reap it, ya'know!
I'm not sure if this is poetry or micro-fiction. You decide?
Those quiet, private moments are those I cherish most. Some are real, some are fiction. They are romantic all the same.
Birth, the absence of normality, rejection. || Short story challenge to write a piece in exactly 55 words.
Day 7 of the GloPoWriMo challenge. This is borderline a micro-fiction story but its arranged like a poem.
"I have never felt more like a God as I have while killing you." || Micro-fiction a little over 100 words in length. Kind of random.
Inspired by real events, after attending a pagan witch's new moon ceremony deep in a rainforest. The man was an effigy.
In a different time, in a different place, there was a different way of life...
The death dealer does not always wear a black robe, does not always carry a sythe, and rarely arrives announced.
There's a reason humans don't like their hands to hang off the bed...
Source: https://taptaptap.co/user/zXZCA9qoz8Z2P7ml15S8btnRzcl1
Sometimes grief is like a wave, and healing is like a butterfly.
Source: http://itakeoffthemask.com/books/best-poems-on-grief-book-waves-butterflies/
Micro-fiction romance sitting at about 300 words. || Forgive the quick announcement at the beginning and please follow me on Twitch to see me live-read my work! https://twitch.tv/somski3
Careful what you sow, one day, you'll reap it, ya'know!
I'm not sure if this is poetry or micro-fiction. You decide?