The bottle – Friday Fictioneers
Mark entered the room to empty himself of Emily. It had been three months since the police came. The pink wallpaper reminded him how insistent she had been for the […]
Mark entered the room to empty himself of Emily. It had been three months since the police came. The pink wallpaper reminded him how insistent she had been for the […]
Friday Fictioneers is once again inspiring me to write a sonnet. On the technical side this time I have used Terza Rima rhyme scheme. Friday Fictioneers gather at the end […]
Ever since she was an acorn she had been waiting to be able to see above the tower. She had stretched and stretched, and now as she was an old […]
So I’m back to Friday Fictioneers with a story of 100 words exactly. I’m in the US for a short trip, and will spend a fair amount of time on […]
Being back from hiatus is interesting… all those prompts I’ve missed. This week I will go way below the 100 words by only offering a limerick. Friday Ficioneers is a […]
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