Smacking his broad gold lips, Donald did not see the malevolent look Mel gave him. She made those babies. They should be hers for the eating, not Donald's. Dolefully, she plotted with the others. They shared her sentiments. When a golden haired girl not more than six walked in with her mother screaming excitedly, "Goldfish! … Continue reading How Mel got her own back.
Month: April 2018
What do you see from your window? "Jack Frost came again," she said with glee. She saw the ice on the grass and on the street. The icicles hang from the branches on the tree. The kids came out with their skates, glad to be free. Tiny squirrels scamper in and out the … Continue reading Sightful
For a nymph, I fell. Enamoured with her I am. With glee, I am spelled. Chains cast in steel lift my heart. Happy as a lark, I am. ©Aweni Image credit: elicesp This post is in response to Colleen's weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week's challenge are … Continue reading Spelled
Found it here, dear Lord! That which waketh my slumber And thrills all season. ©Aweni Haiku inspired by Vivian Zems's threos of passion Image credit: Free-photos
Oh, how I love her fingers seeking me out Beneath the counterpane. With one touch, I become her prisoner. Her arms, my jail bars. My favourite place after a day's toil. ©Aweni Image credit: minden.jp
I was born a romp or what some call a tomboy. I was besties with Tobi, Dick and Tom. We fought, played and laughed. We roamed the streets Playing video games, Racing kites, And Playing dice. I was one of 'em, Until nature struck. Through no fault of mine, I stumbled on how to … Continue reading Not one of ’em
Smaerd said to him, "today I shall share a short story with you and you shall tell me what you think." He sat down at Smaerd's feet. Keen for him to get started. It had been ages Smaerd had told him any story. His interest was piqued. His ears ballooned, ready to take … Continue reading Kindred