I'll pick up an apple off the ground; with time I can turn it into vinegar. Sweetly smelling and pungent, sugars broken down—ready to aid my daily life, but there are some things it won't be able to fix. Though the process of making something new, waiting for the fermentation to finish, patience through the journey to take care of something that I will bottle with my own hands, is enough to make it seem like everything is where it needs to be. Control is something I gain—simply by picking up an apple before the worms get to it first.
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Andi Leigh
Poet • Novelist • Short Story Writer • Photographer • Cartoonist
Hello! I'm Andi. I enjoy writing poetry, horror stories, and general fiction.
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Ideas
I am a human being—full of mistakes, full of ideas—some bad, some not worth letting escape. If they do get out they may act like bees; swarming to find the next filling thing without any regard for practicality. So some ideas fall into a jar to die in the back of the cupboard. Maybe one day they'll resurface—pressure too much to handle and I'll have no choice but to let the bees look for their pollen to make honey. It may not be so bad after all—letting the swarm escape to make something new for me or anyone unfamiliar. It's only a problem when it's wasps unknowingly released. That, I do apologize for.
By Andi Leigh11 days ago in Poets
Once More Unto The Breach
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
By Matthew Fromma day ago in Fiction
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