source Poetry. Blinded. A world full of fools, with no sight, no eyes needed. Where lies the feelings, do they exist? they seem bereft. Staring without concept, what do you do, how do you achieve this

Prose. On a winter's night in mid January, an aging woman sat amongst a sea of discarded objects some her own; some not. As always, two cats lay by her side, their own agenda obvious, the male cat sprawled

87 word bit-flash “Stay away, or I’ll shoot!” yelled the clown, with a big red smile painted across a snow white face. “Willie, please give me that gun,” begged the Bulgarian dwarf ringmaster. The startled

The man dressed, and painted in black, is triculating, triangulating, and descending, naked and vulnerable, spiraling into tribulation. Shadowy silhouettes fall with him, parasites sucking his last drops

One of my beautiful Mom's favourite childhood memories is being at the library as a toddler. She remembers going to the children's section and, noticing books strewn all over the floor, picking them up,

This is an idea I have been fleshing out. If you like it, please comment. Thank for coming to my blog PRAGUE source They are unable to read this unfortunate grandiloquence in their illiteracy. And I am

This is a flash tale about best friends forever. It had been ten years since their last reunion, and twenty since they had graduated from college together. source Their lives had gone in different directions

A fantasy drabble flash 100 words Ravens descended upon the optical illusions of our blue planet and the pristine lakes of paradise, and then it transpired. Three ballerinas dressed as white lilies, danced

The smell of the body was starting to get to Bone as we drove down the highway, the car reeked of fresh blood and sewer leakage. Bone ran into a pothole and flattened the driver side tire. "F*ck!

Hi everyone here is my entry for Steemit Poetry contest hosted by @terrycraft It didn't look like what he had typically seen. A piece of paper with the weird scrawls. Geezer glanced at it assessing how

Computers are not the most inspiring medium to try to write on but this is the only way I will ever display my words to others, as if I write them on paper, will never post them, as I will doubt them.

Naked, exotic people covered in rainbow colored glitter, glinted audaciously in the blue moonlight, underneath a pure black sky, adorned with snow white, twinkling stars. It was the midnight dance of desire.

Last night, someone asked why do so many writers (and readers) hate "Twilight" and "Fifty Shades of Grey," and there were some good answers, but I think it's more important to ask "Why

I'm sitting in silence deep in thought which I am want to do from time to time. The wind is blowing a little which is always pleasurable, a black cat sleeps on the couch above me whilst an over grown kitten

A global apocalypse decimates the population. The only survivors are young children. Despite insurmountable odds, the children grow and establish a community on the scorched Earth. There is no technology,

A flash tale. The citizens, all dressed in red titanium uniforms, were quietly milling about the town square, waiting for the lottery to begin. Some chatted, others were nervously silent. The sun blazed

I understand that most individuals easily get pissed off ones they see a long post, and they flag off such post instantly without paying attention to the details. Well, that be the case, but the fact is

Ramblings inspired by manic frustrations on a sleepless November night. I just wanted to share my madness or... whatever the h*ll this nonsense is. The rhythmic rush of the interstate is polluting my ears.

it's saddens my heart and in tears share this poetry. To @surpassinggoogle please know that mum is truly free now from the heavy loads of the life. They finally let here be. LET MY MOTHER BE Maybe she

I wish I could save mankind From bandage of lies Humanity has been imprisoned With false information For more than a million years We have been trapped Wrapped in many fallacies About most things Humanity