Inspiration Call: If you could travel back in time, where would you go? Write a poem or short story telling us about your time traveling experience. Publishing opportunity details for this writing prompt can be found at Open Publishing Projects…. Read More ›
Your make-up looks wonderful! A comment on a picture In which I was wearing Very little make-up Many people commented Only this comment I found not complimentary It really set my day off badly I even asked my mom In… Read More ›
I long to be touched Gently on my flesh Like winter’s kiss Crisp and fresh I yearn to be held In a warm embrace Like summer’s warmth That shines upon my face I beckon to be seen Like autumn’s… Read More ›
Brenda-Lee Ranta resides in a small mining town, in Timmins, Ontario, Canada. She has been employed with her local Police Service for 19 years. She shares her journey with her life partner, who is a musician, poet and lyricist; their… Read More ›
IN THE VOICES OF STONES From rocks, boulders, pebbles, stones & scree, I hear the hard skinned voices calling out to me, “Beware my friend for surely the time will come,” Their singing chorused, by moon, stars & mighty sun…. Read More ›
Inspiration Call: Why We Write Wednesday Describe in the comments—in under 500 words (and in this case, brevity is best)—the reason why you love writing. Share your written piece by dropping it in the comment section. #WritingPrompt #WritersChallenge #Poetry #Writing… Read More ›
Crypt-ic Vessels The ancient sorceress stood patiently for time was on her side standing watching until her hexes broke through the crypts charms then the grave erupted in demonic whispers and its inhabitants hurriedly crawled out with… Read More ›
A Cluttered Mind A cluttered mind sees many things Then paints her image on the wall To see what comments it will bring From a distance she watches it all. It turned out really quite amazing People stood around… Read More ›
Eyes pressed up against the glass busy counting each grain of sand they say all things will come to pass but more time you can’t demand Life is definitely for the living sometimes you have to stop/smell the… Read More ›
Sibling And as a Junkie now clean, still feels pleasure of blood drawn. So, do we muse of Phoebus. Ever rummaging, to remember the slightest sensation of a connection, that now basks forever in the suns still light. … Read More ›
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