Stacked high safe haven for frozen wings This haiku is my entry to @dbooster's haiku contest. I plan to build an insect inn like this one once we move into our new house and as the moving date is coming

Liesl sat up and stretched her back. She got up from her knees and looked over the section of the courtyard she’d been working on. She’d stuck to the routine she’d acquired in Frau Holle’s house. After

Liesl walked into the courtyard where she’d spent so many days spinning flax by the well. Weeds had shot up between the cobblestones and the curtains in the windows looked greyer than she remembered. She

Time passed quickly in the little house among the flowers. Liesl cooked for Frau Holle and kept everything clean. In the afternoons, they worked in the garden together. Every now and then, she’d shake

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash The sun began to dip towards the horizon when Liesl came upon a little brick house. In the window stood an an old lady. The hair peeping out from under her white bonnet

Last week, you and I had a chat about different POVs in writing. Remember? if you didn’t, you catch up on that one over here. We discussed the main pros and cons of both limited and omniscient POV and

I couldn't resist and I thought you could take a joke. Otherwise you may flog me. I'm too dizzy to run into your arms for a hug. Oh don't let the mayhem scare you off; most of us don't bite if we're fed

Something tickled Liesl’s nose and she sneezed. She opened her eyes and sat up. Where was she? Last thing she remembered was… Drowning? In the well? No. That was impossible. That had to have been a dream.

Adverbs are an easy way of describing something. But like dialogue tags, they suffer from overuse. You could compare adverbs to nutmeg--best used in moderation. Extreme moderation. Let’s Have a Closer

One more bundle of flax to spin and she had to get it done tonight. Last week, she’d failed, needing an extra day to complete her task. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory. Mama expected her requests

Hi guys! I'm back with another IANS post in the tradition brought to us by @gmuxx. Today, I'd like to introduce you to another new, upcoming and very promising Blockhead and Steemian. Yes. We've already

Hello everyone! Another week, another TinyReads post. This week I chose to read Survivor to you. The second in my series of Rainbow Stories. I've been experimenting with my recording setup, since I wasn't

It’s been a while since I did an IANS post. Life gets crazy busy sometimes. I know we’ve all been there. But I still love the initiative, and I still love doing these little posts and sharing promising

OK, people. Let’s make a deal. Next time I ask everyone what the next subject for a TinyTeaches post should be, please tell me to stop. “Oh, Tiny! I’d love for you to do a post on different POVs.” Me:

Quick! Somebody unfollow me so I can look at my gorgeous round number of followers! I'm kidding. I do have a thing for round numbers. I like them a lot but I won't take it that far. I saw my follower count

Hi guys! I'm back to torture you with another audio story. This one is the story that brought me to what was still called The Fiction Workshop at the time. It later evolved into The Writers' Block. It's

Jasmine Who? Jasmine Arch. She's me, really, and I'm her. You see, if I want to work towards publishing my novel and things like that, I need to remember that my real name sounds very Dutch, and English

The Writers’ Block heeft als gemeenschap intussen toch al wat bekendheid verworven op de blockchain. Best wel wat om trots op te zijn voor oprichters @gmuxx en @rhondak. Zelf ben ik al lid van deze familie

Food Porn We have bread vending machines everywhere – fresh bread at all hours of day or night. It's good, not a factory sponge. Apparently one only finds this in Belgium. We have great beer, excellent

I've been playing with the idea of making audio recordings of my stories. But then the everlasting battle between rational Tiny and irrational, insecure, emotional Tiny started up again. "Hey, this