The yard behind the orphanage had a post-diluvial character, with old chairs haphazardly scattered about in the overgrown grass, as if deposited by an ancient flood. With aplomb, Timothy surveyed the landscape. Sneaking past Ms. Trindle while she activated her credit card had been easier than he'd expected. Glancing around, the boy felt assured that… Continue reading Sneaking past Ms. Trindle
d’Verse prosery Scorching wind blew across the wasteland. Only cracked husks remained of trees, their leaves merely distant memories. Robes flowing, I unrolled the ancient map, checked my compass, and glanced towards the sun. Two hours till midday. "C'mon, Gretch, we're almost there," I whispered, tapping her head with my stick. Gretchen snorted and continued… Continue reading The seed of a poem lay dormant
Noting the arcane symbol carved into the gnarly oak tree in the massively overgrown yard, Seksan felt his stomach twist, but he was ready. After all, the witch hunter's talent and enterprise had kept him intact this long. When he reached the door, it blew open with a blast, and Seksan entered. Predictably, the air… Continue reading The stench of thaumaturgy
d’Verse prosery "In space, Captain?" "Yes, Lieutenant. Our analysts are certain. I know it's a lot to absorb; please take your time to…" Pacing up and down the aisle of the top secret anti-gravity aircraft, I find myself reliving yesterday's conversation over and over again in my mind. In space? The very idea seems preposterous…… Continue reading The night sky sparkles with stardust
Gathering around the boat, the friends boggled. Laloo, ever jejune, giggled, "It's Father's- trust me! But… first! Lunch!" He handed out a dozen brownies. "It'll be spiritual!" he implied, winking. This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #246; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'lunch'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'trust'; Word of… Continue reading A dozen brownies
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they continued their journey together; Sangeetha came up with a fun… Continue reading The Ludo, or: Creativity forms verses
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they continued their journey together; Sangeetha came up with a fun… Continue reading The Juxtadecasec, or: Creativity forms verses
d’Verse prosery Despite weeks of training, I'm anxious. Truth is, nobody really knows whether this will work... Really, it's all theoretical. I see Prof. Chow signal towards me. Repairing and repurposing this extraterrestrial portal technology was her idea; her excitement is palpable. She claims there exists a colorless, muted realm, parallel to our own, in… Continue reading The ‘Gray’
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