D’Versepoets:Write a short story of 144 words using this phrase from the poem “Symphony” by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-?) somewhere in the story, “And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—". To read the original poem, hope on over to D'Verse and check it out. I kept the title in mind for my short story. … Continue reading After the Symphony
They're crouching outside the door, calling to you, "Let us in." You love them and hate them at the same time. You want to; the desire is there. The fun, the excitement, the thrill calls you. But, you know the guilt, the anguish, the self-loathing that will be a result. It would be best if … Continue reading The Door
The still sweltering days and the sultry summer nights diminished as campfires and s'mores are exchanged for sweaters and homemade soup. Leaves of all shapes and sizes dance off trees to the rhythm of the blowing breeze--red, gold, and brown: a change, Autumn, my favorite time of year. A daddy is raking these colorful leaves … Continue reading Autumn