Holiday
"Whiskers & Wonders: The Nine Lives Adventure"
Whiskers had never been an ordinary cat. He wasn't content to nap in the sun all day or to chase the occasional fly buzzing through the window. Whiskers was different. He was curious, ambitious, and, above all, eager for adventure. That’s why, on one crisp autumn evening, he found himself staring into the dark woods beyond the backyard fence, feeling the unmistakable pull of something exciting waiting just beyond the trees.
By Honey Singh2 years ago in Poets
Sands of Time
Golden rays on the seaside shore, Waves lap soft, I ask for more. Laughter spills on sunlit sand, Leaving prints that time will strand. A fleeting joy, a sunburned glow, A memory’s warmth we’ll always know. As days slip by like grains in hand, We’ll cherish each as planned.
By Gideon Kipruto2 years ago in Poets
UFO
Unexpected friends Flying high above our world Observing us all Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Drink
Chai if by the land Tea if it comes from the sea Just leaves if by air Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Swedish Snowfall
Silent flakes in Sweden fall, A frozen dance that blankets all. The pines stand tall, with crowns of white, Embracing winter’s calm, soft light. The world is hushed, a quiet glow, As rivers freeze and breezes blow. Footsteps vanish in the drift, As icy winds the night sky lift. The northern lights above appear, A painting in the atmosphere. In Sweden’s snow, the soul finds rest, A land of winter at its best. Here, the cold is pure and bright, A season wrapped in endless night.
By Mercy Sigilai 2 years ago in Poets
