• Trista commented on the post, cappuccino 9 months, 3 weeks ago

    Light brown, creamy, hot and comforting, this decafe cappuccino was just what she needed to take the edge off of a pretty crappy, cold Monday. Until, she realized it wasn’t decaf.

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, version 1 year, 9 months ago

    “Don’t you get it?” she demanded, “There’s no version of this where you come out on top,”
    “You don’t know that,”
    “Yes, I do,” she said, “I’ve been where you are. And this? It only ends one way,”

  • Krysf commented on the post, broom 1 year, 9 months ago

    Snowed last night. Snowing today. Replacing broom for my snow shovel.
    If only I knew how to make it fly!

  • Trista commented on the post, handle 1 year, 10 months ago

    I just couldn’t get a handle on it. It being life. I just couldn’t cope. I was 33 years old and I had yet to accomplish anything of worth. Or, anything at all, really. There seemed to be forces out of control holding me back, forcing me to fail. That’s not true, of course. It was all of my own doing.

  • Trista commented on the post, welfare 1 year, 10 months ago

    Her welfare was all that mattered now. There was no way that I would survive the night, but she had to live. So I did the only thing I could think of, I threw myself onto of her and prayed for the first and last time in my life.

  • Krysf commented on the post, clash 1 year, 10 months ago

    Clash of ideas needn’t escalate to clash of physical strength.

  • Krysf commented on the post, juvenile 1 year, 10 months ago

    Annie looked younger than her years, much younger.

    One day, walking with her dad, someone remarked how juvenile she appeared.
    That she ought to be thankful for there’s nothing great about aging quickly.

    When Annie and her dad entered a packed coffee shop, they saw an elderly man rise and offer his table.

    “Honeymooners?” he asked.

  • Krysf commented on the post, fading 1 year, 10 months ago

    If it weren’t for a fading memory, my summers with you would last forever.

  • “Be careful what you wish for,” the spirit said as she faded from sight, her voice echoing in the empty air, “Some doors should remain unopened…”

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, windy 1 year, 11 months ago

    She stands on the edge of the cliffs, eyes closed and face turned towards the setting sun. The wind is relentless, tugging at her clothes and turning her hair into a banner of scarlet and gold.

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, broken 1 year, 11 months ago

    “I was broken a LONG time ago,” she snarled, lips and teeth stained red with her own blood, “You can’t hurt me,”
    He chuckled. “Maybe,” he said, “Maybe not,” he picked up a small, sharp knife, the edge catching the light, “But I’m going to enjoy trying,”

  • Her kiss ignited a fire inside her, burning her from the inside out. Her world dissolved to her warmth, to the myriad of places their bodies met.

  • She whirled around, looking more startled than a deer realizing it was firmly in a skilled hunter’s sights. “Wh-who’s there?!” she cried into the darkness, eyes wide and darting.
    But there was nothing there. Or,at least, nothing she could see.

  • Since they’ve obviously fixed the posting issue, I might actually start using this site regularly again.

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, catch 1 year, 11 months ago

    Your hair blowing like hand-spun silk,
    Eyes like bluest cornflowers,
    Skin imperfectly perfect,
    Every time I catch my breath, you take it away.

  • Krysf commented on the post, screens 2 years ago

    Screens block. Keep us apart. I found one and take you in, bit by bit, through a mesh of transparency.

  • Krysf commented on the post, nutrients 2 years, 2 months ago

    It’s so important to eat healthy.
    Yet, the temptation is strong to choose what tastes great
    and not bother assessing nutrients.

  • JDwrites commented on the post, ghosts 2 years, 3 months ago

    Ghosts everywhere and my eyes aren’t even open. Ghosts of pasts husbands, ghosts of past lovers, ghosts of past dreams. What do you do when doubts and “what ifs” start staggering through your brain like a drunk on the beach kicking memories around like sand in the wind? I think. I wonder what if i zigged here instead of zagged? What if I feel flat…[Read more]

  • S.C. Lovelace commented on the post, shock 2 years, 3 months ago

    Eyes wide and heart threatening to pummel its way out from beneath her breast, she fixed her with a powerful glare as soon as the shock wore off enough for her to do so. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” she demanded, her voice unnaturally high, “What is WRONG with you?!”

  • The room is open, circular, made of windows rather than walls. The domed ceiling stretches high overhead, all metal work and etchings from a time gone by.