Life
Beautiful banana palms…
Please may I leave the table? I ask, baby blue eyes wide, guileless. Yes, when you’ve eaten all your food! I grumpily toss my golden curls, glaring at my plate. No way will I eat this for breakfast! Not rubbery tripe swimming in a pool of crunchy onion, white sauce! Sneakily, fork piled high with yummy potato, remaining mess thinly spread across the plate and hidden under my cutlery, I repeat my request.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Writers
¿What happened to my friend the bronco?
One day, here, on the edge of the abyss—steep, carved into unfathomable ground—I pause to wonder what became of me. What happened to that fragment of a being so sensitive, who, amazed by the subtlest act the universe could offer, stood content and grateful before it?
By Leonardo Albercaabout a year ago in Writers
What Is a Thermal Power Plant Explosion?
A thermal power plant explosion refers to a sudden and uncontrolled release of energy that occurs in energy generation facilities, often resulting in devastating consequences. These incidents may be triggered by the malfunction of high-pressure steam boilers, the accumulation of flammable gases, or the ignition of fuel dust. Explosions can cause severe structural damage to the plant and pose a significant threat to human life and the surrounding natural environment. At the root of such accidents often lie complex engineering failures, poor maintenance, human error, or unforeseen external factors.
By Nedir Lifeabout a year ago in Writers
When one drawer closes.. . Runner-Up in I Wrote This Challenge. Content Warning.
What do cats, siblings, furniture, and death all have in common? (Grammar and whatnot is a bit off on this writing due to the nature of it being more of a journal piece for Vocal's "I Wrote This" Challenge.)
By Lora Colemanabout a year ago in Writers
The Little Gardener
The tiny gardener awakens early, she needs to plant the seeds of summer in time for the sun and rain to nurture them. Donning her little work boots, Edele quietly dresses, brushes her teeth and tiptoes to the door. She manipulates the forbidden lock mechanism, the little impish child, silently closing the door behind her. She grabs her shovel which had been lying by the flower bed and headed for the ideal spot for planting the seed of the flower which bears her name.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Writers
When the Letters Forgot My Name
Introduction In a sleepy village, nestled between old willow trees and cobblestone roads, lived a girl named Ayla quiet, thoughtful, and a believer in stories that only the heart could understand. She worked in a tiny bookshop filled with dusty covers and forgotten pages.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Writers
This Is Where I Began
Introduction This is just to share the challenge, the drabble comes after the next heading: This Is Where I Began Yeah, that's me before I could walk, being supported by my dad, and he is still here and still supports me. Apparently, I was at my Grandma's with my Mum and Dad, and my Uncle put on "Hound Dog" by Elvis Presley, and that may be the start of why I love my music so much.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Writers
