J. R. Lowe
I confess, I don't exactly have a specific topic or writing style, or an organised train of thought for that matter. On the plus side, that means there's probably something here everyone ;)
I notice three things when my eyes open. The first is that I'm laying on the floor of a train carriage. It's difficult to make out my surroundings because the lights are all off, but there's a faint glow emanating from the windows that's lightly illuminating rows of dusty old seats around me. They're bolted to the floor, guarding the aisle in which I lay like battered soldiers; worn, but undefeated.
- Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge
SilhouetteRunner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Two silhouettes huddled together in the shadows, made visible only by the faint auburn waves of candlelight which drifted from the windowsill down to the dusty wooden floorboards below.
Vocal Memes for Established Creators (Part III)
Ok, so I'm still working on the inspirational quote about life and lemons in the subtitle. It's been a work in progress ever since the first instalment of Vocal Memes for Established Creators, but we'll get there one day. Until then, you'll just have to put up with my half-baked inspirational quotes (sorry). Perhaps I should stop trying to rip off Dale Carnegie, and make an original quote, but then again, memes are almost entirely based on satire and unoriginal jokes, so it's kind of fitting in a way.
A Love Letter to Iced Lattes
To my dearest Iced Latte, My sweet, tender love. It’s been some time since we last spoke. Too much time, perhaps. Yet your gorgeous shades of brown, delicate curves and icy embrace are still so intricately engraved into my mind, and I shall forever cherish the memories of those warm summer days we shared together.
Varkodia: The Blessing of a Curse
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Then again, a lot of things weren't always as they were at that point. For starters, I didn't always have frog hands. Every morning, I would wake to disappointment and see a set of glimmering, slimy, green fingers precariously plopped onto the edge of my damp palms. It was hard to look, but I had to be sure they weren't just something I'd dreamt up. They were not.
A Mother's Day Gift: an Apology, a Confession, and a Thank You
It's that special time of year again when we celebrate motherhood. I didn't send you anything this year - neither of us have ever been invested in material things - so I hope that's ok. Instead, I've decided to gift you something else this year: an apology, a confession, and a thank you.
The Introduction (Blobachops)
Author's Note: It's that time of year again when poets band together and surf their keyboards to pay homage to that little thing called love. But unfortunately, every year, too many poets seem to confuse the broader term of 'love' with added connotations of lust and desire, and we seemingly forget that love is distinctly different to these relatively myopic words. It's so much more than that.