caught off-guard I run after my umbrella ~!*!~ rumbling sky… only paper boats on the road ~!*!~ Shared with Write Tribe (Prompt: Rain). (July 13th, 2013)
I chose her name. I know I was five minutes late, and some other relative told the same name before me, but I was excited, and ran up four flights of stairs to the room and shouted it aloud. I think she even smiled. I took her to her very first class. I remember a … Read moreThose little moments!
And then one day, he gave them proof. “I’ll hang from this goddamned skyscraper one day,” he used to say. His colleagues saw his limp body. “Oh Lord, he finally did it,” they whispered. But they waited to see if he actually had. When they believed, applause rang out. He smiled weakly from the bungee. … Read moreThe Big Jump
why I write? sometimes, I know not: why I write? do I love to? yes, indeed. it’s relieving, to see words on my paper; to feel heart’s worry bleed. do I want to? very much so. on my paper I can express, every thought that I should try and let go. do I have to? … Read moreWhy I write?