How do people feel when they read your writing? Have you ever asked yourself that? Have you ever thought about it after writing a story or an article? Do you think that is even a relevant question to ask? Anyway… what does it mean to write from the heart? What makes the difference? Well, read on and […]
I’m posting this a little early this week as I will be away from the computer tomorrow…please expect delays in approving links and pingbacks. Thanks for your patience. Happy reading and writing everyone! 🙂 A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a […]
By Toni G.
the other me
wears her hair slicked back
in a tightly woven braid
read the rest at The Other Me
A drabble of love.
evening roses ~ softly spill their deep perfume ~ into purple nights —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
“I had an inventor stop in for a pint a few weeks back,” said Reala. “Oh, aye,” replied Fuen. “Did she invent anything we might have heard of?” “The cold air balloon,” said Reala. “It never really took off.” Cheers to Bruce Campbell, Badger, Kathy & Warren for the continued $10 Patronage. You can find me on…
Great short story.
By Neel Anil Panicker
It was always like that with her around.
We would sit down, all five of us, (almost invariably ar some cosy night club or multi-cuisine restro) either after work, or during one of those rare weekends when all of us were free, and
let our hair down discussing the day’s or week’s happenings.
Just about an hour into it, and just when the conversations would take on a more warm and cosy ambience, she would butt in, dropping a bomb.
A classic example went somewhat like this:
“Hey buddies, come let’s take a vote. Who do you think is a bigger evil X or Y?
Now, imagine our plight. Here we are, just settling down after a hard day’s work, relaxing with our favourite poisons, lathering our mouths with the heavenly delicacies, our senses being automatically massaged by virtue of booking ourselves into one…
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