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 →
He was a vintage soul. The kind of man to carry a handkerchief and to pull out chairs... And she adored him. ⁂ Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt Use the word "vintage" and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 22 words.
Her heart was a web of delicate and seemingly contradictory idiosyncrasies, some brought into being out of necessity and others present having always been there, carefully hidden and tucked away for far too long for all the wrong reasons. There was the he who had always built her up relentlessly before purposefully tumbling her from... Continue Reading →
how pleasant is the titillating dance of the bee as it searches for entrance to sweet nectars of the blossoming orchid ⁂ tanka poetry
behold the flutter of bright orange, black, and white silken lightweight wings weaving gently through the breeze silently announcing hope ⁂ tanka poetry
She was a force to be reckoned with, a forest fire, a hurricane, and as patient as time, but she also had the unfortunate propensity to be somewhat mercurial in the amount of faith she had in herself.⁂ Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt Use the word "mercurial" and write a piece of poetry or prose... Continue Reading →
He had been her safe haven, the place she went when she needed calm and quiet, and he had never turned her away. He loved her silently and she him. ⁂ Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt Use the word "haven" and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 32 words.