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 →
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.
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 →
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 →
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.