It was a world faded to grey, bled of colour. She stared out at the bleached landscape, occasional black accents breaking up the endless sea of snow, ...
Prose
The Prompt: Beginnings
Last night I dreamt of forgiveness and new beginnings. Of acceptance and moving forward. Of the sadness of regret and the power of possibility. ...
The Prompt: a letter
She held the letter in her hand. How did he know? She looked around her; at a room that seemed to belong to someone else. Objects collected by ...
The Prompt: Books
She felt the familiar thrum of anticipation. Someone was coming. ...
The Prompt: Thunder
The thunder crashed again, reverberating around the old house. She flinched, enjoying the fierceness of the storm but shocked by the volume and ...
The Prompt: The scent of a memory
As she opened another box, she groaned. How was it possible for one person to accumulate so much stuff? ...
