The foot long hot dog and the end of days

by Rae Cod Jim stood impatiently in the queue for the beat-up old hot dog van, hands stuffed into the pockets of his road dusty jeans, weight shifting constantly from one foot to the other.  He kept glancing towards the horizon for any sign of the blinding flash that would signal the end of all…

Happy New Year!

by Manuela Timofte Every new year is a new chapter of your life. Use your chance to write an incredible story for yourself surrounded by your loved ones! Happy New Year! Images from Pixabay  Love, Manuela

Merry Christmas!

by Manuela May the true spirit of Christmas shine in your heart & light your life path! Merry Christmas! Love, Manuela

Caffeine & Compassion

Caffeine & Compassion By Riya Yadav Review by Manuela Timofte Usually, when I read a book, I like reading information about its author. In this way, I have found out that Riya is a 17-year-old girl, and she likes dark coffee, gloomy poetry, and psychological thrillers. In the world we live in, there are always…

We would need Thousands of Hearts

by Petru Racolța We need two hearts, To live in peace with one And with the other to love intensely, Day after day, night after night. I feel great jealousy on the octopus, Because three hearts are given to it, Probably it is the most loving Among the living things on Earth. It would be…

How to get rid of fog?

by Manuela Timofte I look back everywhere. I go in a circle. I do not see anything. I can’t find a way out. It’s dark and foggy, and I am scared. … Yet, I wake up from my sleep and wake up slowly. I feel my destiny in the things I am not afraid of….

Hole by Matthew Robins

link blog Matthew He unfolded the musty map. “You can see this?” the father asked. “Of course I can see it,” she said. “And you know what it is?” “It’s a map.” “You understand how to read a map?” “Yes,” she said. “This is where we are,” her father said, pointing at their location on…

You, Me & Us

by Manuela Timofte One day at the market a lady who was selling apples had two piles of them. At the beginning, it seems strange to see how the same apples, coming from the same apple tree are categorised in two piles: small and big apples. Then thinking, it is normal for it is what we…

Black Widow

by Rae Cod He watched her from a distance as she sat on the front step of her porch, staring with eyes that were somewhere else.  Her beautiful dark hair was piled up in a head scarf.  A tangle had broken free, and he was surprised to see it shot through with white.  Maybe not…

Solitary Life of a Writer by Mathew Robins

Blog Mathew The writer said despondently, “It’s a solitary life, being a writer.” The other man, never one for melodrama, replied, “Then go to a tavern. Have a drink. Buy somebody else a drink. And be a man. You’ll find there are other men willing to share a drink and some of their time and…

Sweet January by Terveen Gill

Blog by Terveen Link The sky bled into the water, just as her womb had bled the day January was born. Her first and only child had been covered in blood and the remnants of a nine month cocoon. The nurse had leaned in with her bundle of joy; the first kiss, the most ancient…

MS EARTH & DR TIME by Mike Steeden

by mikesteeden BEFORE THE GAME OF HUMAN LIFE;An ‘undress me if you dare’frock of early morn’s visionlessmist spares the moorland her blushesNot that the Sun God gives a damnfor he has no regard for modestyno scruples and will unveil her in his own timeonly then she will be unmasked in all her glory AFTER, WHEN…

Bogdan Dragos -Third Time

This morning he sent his third part (third time) of poems that we will publish every Wednesday. I personally thank the author who has many followers who value his written work. j re crivello founder of Masticadores (*) life’ll smile father punched him lightly in the shoulder and said, «Hey, keep that chin up, buddy….

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | THE VOICE OF REFUGEES (43)

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm / Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the poet and translator, born 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia. What are you thinking The way I talk is funny It is your vernacular You think only you know how to laugh Gosh as…

August 5, by Sara Reichert

Blog Sara Link Good morning, readers. Today, I’m about to head into my second night of pre-testing for my 2nd Degree Black Belt in Kenpo Karate. Odds are at the time this post runs, I will be brain deep in trying to prepare, sore from the previous night’s test, and blinking vacantly over my first…

see through the keyhole By Bogdan Dragos

you can only see through the keyhole but you’re never meant to go through the door She wrote the words on a napkin as she watched from her lone table the couple holding hands and kissing a few tables away Then she turned the napkin on the other side and wrote Maybe I should just…

Hands Up! By Terveen Gill

Blog Terveen Link Hands up! That’s all I had to say. My brother Manu made me practice it a hundred times. Or was it a thousand times? I can’t count. What do I know? Manu says I’m a simpleton. Papa called me an idiot. I remember his last words just before he died. Manu, take…

All in Your Mind by M Robins

MRobins blog if it’s all in your mind then lay yourself on the steel tracks before a roaring locomotive if you want to live if it’s all in your mind don’t bother to love or even care in order to feel if it’s all in your mind don’t bother to think don’t even bother to…

THE LAST AFTERNOON GATHERING by Mercedes Freedman

Summer holiday conversations over lunch in this house are not what they used to be. Through the years, while sitting here in the pergola’s shade, Manuel and I have heard our children and grandchildren debate their ideas loud and fiercely. From those heated discussions what remains now is their sitting on the patio looking lugubrious…

A Child Prodigy: Nathalia Crane by Natalia Zambrotta

Nathalia Crane was born on 11 August 1913, in Brooklyn, New York. She was a poet and novelist who became famous as a child prodigy after the publication of her first book of poetry “The Janitor’s Boy and Other Poems” when she was only 10 years old. The collection was based on romance and influenced…