My writing group is getting together tonight to recite personal poems with a winter theme. I decided my poem would be about the peace I experience in front of my nice-looking…but fake fireplace. R.I.P, mom and dad. Love you both. The sky turns a dark shade of gray as the sun’s golden light fades away. The snowflakes arrive with a…
Category: Flash Fiction
The Clock House
Delbert stood across the street, staring at the lawn and flowers in front of his Dunsel Domicile. Its shingled evergreen roof complimented the two story dwelling, constructed around a massive analog clock. The enormous hands of the clock made from antique brass, stood frozen around roman numerals. Since the ability to read analog clocks was long forgotten by most, and…
Not The Long Walk
My writing group came up with the prompt/theme: ‘Voice.’ As I wrote this short, I realized we all have a voice. Speak Up. The world became a dull roar to me, a constant hum of indistinct noise. I moved through it at home, at work, and at play. I was a ghost, unheard, unacknowledged. My thoughts, my feelings, my very…
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