They’re all dead. Or dying. All of them fell to that cold blade. And their scattered bodies; spilled crimson, fading to brown lines the streets, an entire generation, filling the ditches. And the few who are still hanging on, look down on them, knowing, waiting; their turn to fall. Swallowed by soil. Remembered only by […]Read more "because we’re only here for a season"
Autumn hides herself in the dark shadows beneath the trees and the moon. Her cool breath, unseen, yet we feel her upon goosebumped skin as she whispers, I am here.Read more "i am here, says Autumn"
Welcome to Free Write Friday. New here? Read the intro. Everyone else, let’s get started. Here is your #FWF prompt: It’s winter. Night. In a forest. You come across an abandoned house. Things to remember: Post your entry on your blog. Comment this post with your link. Please, be kind & comment others. Use our […]Read more "#FWF Free Write Friday: Time & Place Scenario"
It’s like the changing of seasons; when the warmth that once comforted you, breaks into an unshakable chill. Like the beautifully sad song of Autumn. Soft and melancholy. Present in the air and everything you see. There is no view blind to it’s ache. Even closed eyes cannot hide. It comes over you slowly. Chilling […]Read more "sad song of Autumn"