Photo Credits: Anderson Martins Orange tabby, they call her, But I call her Sweets.Round bell on her collar Don’t mess with her treats.
Photo credit: Daniel Hourtoulle from Pixabay As I made myself comfortable in the well-worn in armchair, its velvet hugging my clothes as if to tell me that I was safe to relax into it, I could hear the howl of the wind as the winter storm grew stronger outside. The warm, dim light of the … Continue reading Day 8 – Dream Catcher, Part 1
Charlotte held her chin in her hand as she scraped her fork slowly across the empty plate. No food had touched it at all, and she was getting hangry. She wasn’t the type of person to lash out at others when her stomach was neglected, but that day she felt that she might not able … Continue reading Day 5 – C-Sweet
The atmosphere is a little dry, reminding you of your middle school principle’s office - no prospects of fun anywhere. The DJ isn’t making things better either, what with her 101 BPM songs she’s been playing. Everyone is simply standing around, drinks in hand, either conversing, avoiding eye contact with other people, or avoiding eye … Continue reading Day 4 – Your Dance
She sat in the passenger waiting area, her frustrations deflating from walking behind inconsiderate individuals unaware of their surroundings, those people who’d stop right in front of her to look at their phones or to turn around or to pull scarves out of their pockets to blow their noses. Despite a pandemic having changed the … Continue reading Day 3 – A Vessel for a Trip
Look at that sky full of change The biggest woe of my life has been being finicky af. I’ve never been diagnosed with ADD/ADHD, but I could swear I have one of the two. It’s in the fact that my attention is diverted with some time, not immediately, like most sufferers, that I would say … Continue reading 365 Days of Writing Prompts