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…

Tumbleweed by Terveen Gill

Dry, withered, desolate, broken from my roots. Driven by the wind, a perpetual rolling mass. Tossed around as pleased by forces that supersede. They are unaware that it is I who no longer cares. Objections arise when there’s fire in the belly and passion in the heart. Why talk of dreams that were doused long…

Honeysuckle Heat (episode 3)By Michele Lee

from (previous) Honeysuckle Heat… In their floating dream they remained until the first hint of morning burst over the distant mountains, causing them to dart from the water, grab their crumpled clothes, and sprint back to the house, laughing with each hurried step. Once inside, they fell onto his unmade bed, into each other’s arms,…

Like and Share

By mrobins71 Every day I read memes instructing me to “like and share if I agree.” Every day I receive memes about the plights, persecutions and woes of the elderly, the poor, fetuses, the planet, pets, political and religious affiliations and our troops. Every day I receive memes shared or forwarded by people I know…

How Old are You Now?

by Manuela Timofte I have been told several times in the last years that I should dye my hair again. Why, was my question. To hide your age. Why should I hide my age? I didn’t steal the years, I lived them. How did I live them? As I knew. Therefore, who can tell you…

Feathered Fans by Michele Lee

Blog Michele Lee My feathered fans took notice of me the one who turns their water sweet calming breaths, but radiating heat hovering close, they tried to cool me Their feathered fans, a pleasant breeze I appreciate their attempts to please but they only tired their tiny wings and I remained hot under my tree…

4 questions to Mike Steeden

We started posting 4 questions to our writers, today Mike Steeden, but … it has led to “non-classic” answers … Blog Mike Link -j re crivello -editor. -J re crivello: What is the story of your greatest longing? -Mike Steeden: An interesting question, Sir. In many respects I long for the impossible…don’t we all? An…

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…

Follow your Heart!

by Manuela Timofte In your life, you can meet many gurus. Listen to them, and follow your heart. It knows your way, for it is your real Guru. Copyright © 2021 manuela@inalove.world . All rights reserved Photo credit: Pixabay

something about smartphone addiction by Bogdan Dragos

I liked her dad He was an interesting guy preached all day long about smartphone addiction while his daughter was on her smartphone, ignoring him “A human life,” he was saying. “Controlled by a piece of plastic with lights. A destiny completely determined by a machine designed by corporations to become god, to claim souls….

What does Faith mean to you?

by Manuela Timofte I have often heard the expression “you are not doing well because you do not have faith or because you do not believe in something or someone” outside you. We all come from the same Source and return to it, a source driven by Unconditional Love. What does faith mean to you?…

Finding Sanctuary in Times of Change by Sara Reichert

Times of transition are like hurricanes. Confusing, loud, messy and intense. There is uncertainty and a sense of powerlessness that directly affects our peace and sanctuary. Some of us deal with the changes with decidedly more grace than others. Some are rocked off their foundations, never to be the same again. The point is that…

Do You Stop Believing in Yourself?

by Manuela Timofte I said in a previous post that many people ask for someone else’s respect. My question was, do they respect themselves if they need others’ attention to feel respected? To respect yourself is to love yourself and to believe in yourself and your dreams. It is regardless of the position of those around you. …

Elvis Presley Is All Shook Up

by Tamara Yancosky Elvis Presley is all shook up, as am I over WordPress’ rules and Block Editor. As you might know, I endure a love/hate relationship with this blogging site. At times, I find myself loudly voicing my description of WordPress as a.. umm, Proctologist’s Specialty. I don’t know if this Elvis Presley Youtube…

lilies of the valley by Gabriela Marie Milton

Link to blog The woman puts the withered flowers in her bag. I can see the woman who assumes things. Every night she picks the flowers that I throw on the road: withered lilies of the valley. She wants to be me. She wants my blood. She does not know I rearranged the bell-shaped whites…

Florrie

by A. M. Moscoso Putting My Feet In the Dirt #3 Prompt Crispy and Crunchy Ludwig Sigmundt Florrie Herold dressed in her finest mourning dress strolls through the botanical gardens miles away from where she actually lives. She enjoys her journey to the gardens, she never waves at the people she knows but she does…

Making Beds Out of Drugs (Kenneth)

by Aedus Rythe All the houses are dead. There’s cracks in the walls And crack in the sheds. A smokey temple Where some bitch gives head. It’s all she’s got. I can’t breathe in the glass anymore. Shatter my head with a needle prick. Maybe I’m just a scared, bored, little drug whore. I sometimes…

Flash Fiction Story – The Village Bride by Terveen Gill

We incorporate a new collaborator in Gobblers / Masticadores Welcome Terveen! link to blog/website Today I will be married, and the entire village is invited. Is that why my mother cries? I have seen her wet cheeks and swollen eyes. Yet she pretends it’s the dusty wind that bothers her. Is she overwhelmed? Saddened to…

Beyond words By Tanya Vessey

By Tanya Vessey The jumble of words that I had written over the past few years had confused me enough to need a timeout. Time to reflect, time to reassess, time to understand what I was trying to achieve with the parts of chapter five that I had written with large gaps in between each…