Because sometimes life just makes you stop and think. Here are some pictures I took last Sunday. It is very rare here to get snowflakes large enough to show up on camera. I messed about with the first one in Lightroom. I shrank them all a bit to make the file size smaller. Sharing My World 2018 Week 12.

Fiction, Poetry, and Loose Change.

Inspiring mental health through creative arts and friendly interactions. Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The old schoolhouse was small but stood proudly on the prairie. Years ago it was the schoolhouse for young girls and boys that lived on the prairie but since WWII ended, it has become the schoolhouse for illiterate veterans to learn how to read and write.

A potpourri of thoughts and experiences. She has forgotten those words she said to me so long ago. I am a middle aged man now and no longer live with her. Instead I have set up a home with a woman I love more than life itself. We are happy, my love and I, and we decided to complete our happiness with a child of our own. He was born a year ago and, from that day on, I noticed the change. Who is the apple of your eye? Colline Kook-Chun, 2015.

Good to See You! Saluting India, My Motherland! August 15, 2015. Here is a wonderful poem by Swami Yogananda on our motherland, India. Sharing it on this 69th Independence Day with cheers and joy. Better than Heaven or Arcadia. I love thee, O my India! And thy love I shall give. To every brother nation that lives. God made the Earth;. But with unfound boundless love.

My little corner of the www.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Writing challenge. Thank you Sonya! Always the same cold thick stone walls surrounding her, with a very thick heavy door that prevented her from leaving. One day a single horse galloped up to the castle walls.

They swayed in twos, gliding across the stage under the radiance of the stars that shined on them like moths under a flame, but they feared no longer. Under the delicacy of the melodies I could hear each spirit murmur to their partner-. Again and again like the chorus with no cadence. It is my profession to bring those to peace, but some, few, do not need brought; few may find peace, but it is always in love.

This is a flash fiction site where you finish the story! Skip to primary content. About Mondays Finish the Story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.