The alarm clock said 7:23, when Maya’s crying woke Steven up. He brushed his fingers on the buttons to turn off the clock. Oh how he longed for the day he would actually get woken by the alarm. Was wanting to sleep four hours straight really too much to ask for? He rolled…… Continue reading Lucky… (Steven, the young father)
I really enjoy cooking. It is a useful hobby, and it makes most people happy when you feed them… It’s just a win/win activity. You might have read my previous post about making my first batch of homemade spaghetti here. Today, I decided to give the fresh pasta adventure a second try. The…… Continue reading There’s a first to everything… (2)
It’s a hell of a ride, kid… Let me tell you that! The old man hit the wooden counter with his empty glass, making his intentions clear. The place wasn’t what you’d call fancy, but it had a soul, and the beer was cheap. Not the kind of bar where the hip hung out,…… Continue reading Lucky… (Jack, the barfly)
Let your hungry tongue trace my lifeline. I’d want your burning kisses on my pale skin anytime. Napalm caresses down my trembling wrists. Promises unsure, wrapped around your fists. Love me, Tender love me sweet… Don’t let me lay there alone and defeated.
First real snowstorm of the year! Not that bad, but still…
And the woodpecker pecked as woodpeckers do. Peck peck peck on the branches and the tree bark too. I wanted the woodpecker to fly far and away. Not that I don’t like its kind quite the opposite I would say! But I knew woodpeckers’ wings were just short of a plane… So I tied…… Continue reading The woodpecker…
And I can’t believe it took me this long to try this. I watch my fair share of cooking tv shows. And one thing that always amazed me was to see people make fresh pasta from scratch for one hour challenges! I mean, it does look easy, but as much as I am confident in my…… Continue reading There’s a first to everything…
Oh so inviting, your silhouette only dressed in early sun rays!
Me: You are aware you can nap on the other couch, the armchair, either of the beds or any other place in the apartment, aren’t you? Freja: Yup. Me: I have a lot to do this afternoon. Could you move so I can stretch my legs a bit and answer my WordPress messages? Then…… Continue reading Stretch your whut?
Time flies, we all know it. And the older we get, the faster it goes by. In some cases, we use it as an excuse not to do certain things. We’d like to try out new things, or pick up on some left out projects, but we just don’t have time for it. Sounds familiar? A…… Continue reading I don’t have time…
Cyranny's Cove 