Charlie and Sam were the best of friends.
Charlie loved science and was always telling Sam about new and fun facts.
One day Charlie ran into the room where Sam was reading a book. Charlie said, “We have to watch the moon tonight!” Continue reading
In a quaint and quiet town, possibly not unlike the one in which you and your friends live, there was a quaint and quiet suburban street, and on that street there were many houses that looked the same.
Although all the houses were similar, every family that dwelt inside each house was very different from each other. Continue reading
Violet was excited because today was Saturday.
Every Saturday, Violet went to visit her best friend Lilly, who lived nearby. To visit Lilly, Violet only had to walk through her back yard, cross a small stream, climb over a sandy bank, and walk across Lilly’s backyard to reach Lilly’s door.
But this Saturday, there was a problem. The sky was full of dark clouds. Rain was falling. The ground was wet. The grass was wet. The trees were wet. Continue reading
Never, oh! never, nothing will die... (Alfred Tennyson)
TemptationOfWords
by Lize Bard
A Podcast About the Writing Life
Welcome to my world.
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Word-Experimentalist
"Eye Fly High"
The Deluge in a Paper Cup
WELCOME TO om3ssa's MUSIC FREAKISHNESS AT THE WORLD WIDE WEB
by Evelina Di Lauro
Paradigm Shift, Mindfulness, and Personal Empowerment
But Still Living The Life
living better, spending less
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
"Die Kunst ist eine Tochter der Freiheit." - Friedrich Schiller
Someone named Shaquana, Quana, Shaq, or something like that....
we are fish that play in a sea of light
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” — Gustave Flaubert
Lessons learned in motherhood
Puking up Poetry, One Verse at a Time
