Short Stories Category
Today is the fourth day of a new year. Not a new life, career, relationship, house…just a new year. I know in my heart and mind that just because it’s a new year doesn’t mean everything will magically change. Even now, in a bipolar low with zero manic motivation and a depressing outlook enhanced by the ever-present physical pain, there are a lot of things I’d like to do in 2017.
It’s never too late to fly
Unless you jump without pixie dust.
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The prompt was: You grace me with your cold shoulder Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words made of knives Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You look at me with those knowing eyes. Those striking green daggers that slice through my defenses […]
You always hear about those people with OCD who flip the lights on and off exactly sixteen times, who don’t step on cracks on the sidewalk, who pick up the phone and put it down eight times before they make a call, who need to open and shut a door three times, who blink fifty […]
The prompt was: Write a story themed with the first song you hear today. Hello, little songbird. I see you there, preening your bright yellow feathers in the predawn light. Are you having a good morning? Your merry tune reminds me that each day has something worth singing about. The flutter of your wings as […]