I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Identity She was accused of fakery. Of not showing her true self… “Be yourself!” they’d insist, “Be authentic, for crying out loud!” She knew she was changing the shade of her very being, depending on who got to peek at a part of her soul… “What are you afraid of,…… Continue reading Chameleon…
“All I ask for,” she started, as she brushed the sand between her toes, “are large hands. I would want him to have hands big enough to hold all the pieces of my heart…”
I loved you to the moon and back, but upon return, only the memory of you still lingered home.
Lay a sigh on my lips, soft autumn sigh, sweet as a kiss, summer lie, around my hips all year bits pinned to my four seasons skies…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Expect Worrying about what they expect All cautions thrown to the winds You say run wild, girl, spread your wings The world is your playground, fly wherever to… Storm building, the tide rising high Growling thunder announcing the coming Armageddon.
Kind of. October 21st and here in Québec, the weather is still incredibly comfortable. We’re still getting temperature around 20 degrees Celsius. Meaning that flowers of all sorts are still blooming and tree leaves are very hesitant to fall. When I was a child, I remember having to wear my snowsuit under my disguise to…… Continue reading I’m worried about plants…
Like a she-wolf, she howled in the night yearning, restless offering your name to the full moon as a divine bequest…
Via today’s Daily Prompt: Loyal No gifts, big or small, no constant nod of the head… No regular visits, no semi-felt compliment. Loyalty’s all that’s needed to become my true friend.
Via Daily Prompt: Cloaked They might have thought that she was seeking the protection of a strong man’s arms… Or the promise of a safe fortress. She looked fragile to a stranger’s eye. Quick to snap and easy to bring to tears, but what eluded most was the inner strenght she was building out…… Continue reading Cloaked…
Cyranny's Cove 