Alas, I am out of salt! Will any kind woman Alone, unloved, unhappy, Please send me a vial of her tears Which I may use As seasoning for my soup? Related articles 50-Word Stories #137 The Romance of Our Shadows Probably Dying Hope Less Questions For You
Who knows what my shadow does while I sleep? Does he rest, too? Or does he caper on the chamber wall, performing cartwheels and somersaults? Does he take a moonlight shower? Does he then preen himself a little, gazing at his reflection in the windowpane? And when the witching hour comes, does he bid my … Continue reading The Romance of Our Shadows
Everyone has a fair share of bad habits. Often they are minor ones, like biting nails or keeping socks on for more than a week. But sometimes they are problematic, like smoking, drinking, or shoplifting. And then there are those unfortunate souls, usually writers, who have horrendous bad habits, like throwing first drafts to the … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Bad Habits. Mine, But Also Yours.
