Thursday, May 7, 2015. The footprints are still damp and sticky. The smell of salt twirls the crispness of that salad. The hat flaunts along the rays of sun. The colours burst in their beachy attire. The shade of the café brings relief. Aroma of croissant melting with vanilla cream. The beer bubbles by that pasta of yours. The nonchalance of work left over. The morning shower drips through your hair. The coastline breeze takes it away.

On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea. All Is One With Our Creator. More Small Stones for 2013.

Game of the Year Awards. Top 5 Weekly Fallout 4 Mods. Top 5 Weekly Skyrim Mods.

Sunday, January 7, 2018. Drawing by dsnake1, with pencilmadness. Sunday, December 31, 2017. Drawing by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness. The dawn light lands on my face and slides across the worn linoleum floor. Sunday, December 24, 2017. The prompt at Haiku Horizons this week.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016. 8220;Please read my diary, look through my things and figure me out. Her son enlisted in the navy when war broke out, and at the tender age of 19, died in battle. Her grief palpable, she remained inconsolable. Her diary filled to overflowing with tear stained prose. Light and Shade Writing Challenge. Sunday, January 24, 2016. Inspired by the prompt at.

Friday, March 23, 2018. History states that all civilizations started near rivers. We are nothing without water and dehydration is far worse than hunger pangs.

And the giant apple tree. That hid me as I ate them. Before your hands reached for. To eat and run to that tree. Her secret place to hide.

For a moment, I thought I would let all my tears flow. But life teaches me to survive the pain and make me strong. Like the tide, high and low, with all the trashes it brings along. I discard each and one, and let my cheeks again a-glow. Friday, March 23, 2018. Darkness, then full moon. Wolves a-howling on hilltop -.