He had tinkered away at the problems before him aimlessly and without effect for ages. Nothing he’d done could mend what was broken because what was broken was not the thing itself, but rather the components. No matter how much energy was put into the project, the only sparks that flew anymore were dangerous ones. … Continue reading Tinker
She had the most deep seated antipathy for the kind of person whose entitlement and self-serving attitude would willing dismiss or use others without any regard or remorse… Like HER. ⁂ Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt Use the word “antipathy” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 30 words. Continue reading Antipathy
This is me 10 years ago. Yesterday was 2.5 years since that left foot was cut off along with that ankle and part of my calf. When I saw this picture, I cried an honest to goodness cry about it, too, for probably the first time ever. It was the kind where you could swear … Continue reading What A Decade of Loss Taught Me
We all have those times in life where struggles pile on top of struggles, bad on top of bad, setbacks on top of setbacks. When this happens, we oftentimes declare that we will never give up and never surrender yet there always comes a point where we feel that we can go on no longer. … Continue reading “Don’t Quit” ~ John Greenleaf Whittier: Classics
Standing in the chill Of stone cold ruins Of something once beautiful Something once strong That now exists only in dreams And memories of times past Is a man It’s difficult to say When things began to crumble When the frescoes peeled away With drops from the leaky roof And when the contents of the … Continue reading Stained Glass Window
He grimaced at the tender insight and piercing way she seemed to always know and to speak the truth, and it was equal parts liberating and terrifying to own what his life was. ⁂ Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt Use the word “grimace” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 33 words. Continue reading Grimace
She was bubbling inside, from excitement or anxiety, she could’t tell, but she could’t contain herself. Every time he reached out she felt a tingle creep up her spine. Waiting for him to make up his mind was… *sigh* Nevertheless, she was a teapot and he her cozy. ⁂ Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt Use … Continue reading Teapot
