Burn through the forrest
pop! go the embers of the
new trees yet to come
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Jolene Poulin
I'm an amateur writer with an interest in fiction and general story telling.
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Tuesday Trickled to Thursday
Tuesday trickled to Thursday. Time took twenty times the time. Tides turned towards terrible theories. The theory that Tiffany texted to Thom tested things. Tiffany thought Thom’s ticker ticked to the time Tessa talked. Thom thundered “That theory’s tripping!”
By Noah Glenn4 days ago in Poets
the purple road of grief
In a land not far away at all, there lived a boy who liked purple lollipops. They reminded him of water with Kool-Aid mix, something his mother used to make for him on Sundays as a treat. But when his mother disappeared, his father was too wrapped up in grief to recall the Sunday morning ritual. So, he settled for the grape lollipops that his teacher sometimes handed out.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
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I’m no master, but the kireji implementation was fab! I really felt the cut of your use of “pop!”