Writing Prompt: Cauldron
Beneath the gnarled roots of the ancient hawthorn, where moonlight dares not tread, the cauldron rests. Its iron sides etched with runes long forgotten, pulsing faintly with a rhythm like a slow, slee...
The Seventh Repetition
Simon had always considered himself a creature of habit, finding comfort in the predictable rhythm of his days. But today, that rhythm had been disrupted by an unsettling undercurrent; a feeling that...
The Gift
The last few years had presented some challenges, but now she had the solution. A gift he had longed for and she could finally give him, even if her approach was unusual.
Captivating Conversation
The woman opposite me on the train would not stop talking at me! Not to me, at me. She wasn't opposite, as in directly in front of me at a shared table, but to my left, across the central aisle of the...
World Poetry Day
March 21st is World Poetry Day. I am not a poet, nor do I read much of it. I have a friend who is an amazing writer but sometimes it's too deep for me. I am a simple person! I've written three in my l...
Reflecting
He opened his eyes to be greeted by shards of sunlight effortlessly radiating into the room. The golden rays faced no challenge breaking through the curtains. The room was still; not a sound. Glancing...