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Quit
Posted on November 6, 2019 7 Comments
YeahWrite #447 Microprose: an object you are (or your main character is) happier without in 47 words
Hall of Mirrors (or A Mansplainer’s Just Desserts)
Posted on October 2, 2019 1 Comment
Hall of Mirrors, or a mansplainer’s just desserts
Inheritance of fear
Posted on May 1, 2019 21 Comments
Climbing rocks and a parent’s anxiety for YeahWrite #420’s Microprose Challenge.
The hit
Posted on April 4, 2019 4 Comments
“They exchange secrets; two strangers on the bus.” YeahWrite #416 Microprose
Exit, Night
Posted on December 6, 2017 25 Comments
Night enters, rudely awakening fear while light peeks tentatively from other rooms. Fate reaches for the one match still housed within its book, lone survivor of smoking years. Phosphorus flowers into flame, snatching at the candle. Vanquished, darkness slinks away.
Distant Muses
Posted on April 6, 2017 14 Comments
My feet wriggle into the comfort of earth, my soul flies amongst shimmering jewels on a midnight velvet sky. The endless possibilities of distant homes ignite my imagination, sparking poetry, so foreign to my tongue. The stars make poets of us all.
