Today at MindloveMisery's Menagerie we are asked to write a story or poem in which opposites attract. Here's mine: ∞ Theirs was the kind of love that even Calliope could not charm into verse. Though inspired to the brink of madness, troubadours were graceless to make melody of it. Simply, it was its own symphony. Universally taboo, yet pure [...]
It's the Sunday whirl #434! Below are the words we are to use: Lana shuffled out of Bob's Basic Bar, bereft of cheer. Since her divorce — coupled with the death of her parents, every day was lonely, but the holidays seemed to rub it in. Watching people who had families and loved [...]
"Hey, Abdul!" "Hey guys, what's up?" "Where've you been all summer? It's the first day of school and we never even got to hang out!" Habib complained. "You'd never believe me." Abdul shook his head with a wry grin. "It's too...amazing." "Sure we would. C'mon! Give it up!" Ali urged. "Well, okay." Abdul shrugged. "My dad had [...]
She had never been close to her father: he'd wanted a boy, not her. Bemused, he stood over his father's freshly-dug grave and wondered: Would dad have been pleased now that his daughter had become his son?Pronouns
Today the dVerse Poets Pub has tasked us with pouring a powerful spirit poem cocktail. Or go ghostie with it. Get into the spirit of the holidays. Is your muse a restless spirit? Write about it! Use it as an adjective: spiritual, or spirited (lively, full of energy). Spirit can even be a verb: to [...]
