A Favorite Poem (Issue #39)

Hey, folks! It has been over two years since I published my last "A Favorite Poem" issue. I used to published these kinds of posts once a month when I was still blogging daily, but have since dropped it in favor of other kinds of posts, especially just on a weekly basis. However, I did …

Lost and Found– Part 19 (prose)

(Been two months since the last part here, so here's the new one. Enjoy!) Hannah was less inebriated by the time they reached their porch, managing to unlock the door. “Going to nap,” she yawned. “Catch you two later.” She slunk off to her room. Lydia and Jasmine were left alone in the living room. …

Lost and Found– Part 18 (prose)

Despite the dreary, November skies, the town was bustling full of people. It was no wonder, as it was the weekend. Even the tavern was nearly packed to the brim with family, friends, and co-workers enjoying the time off from work and school. The girls still managed to find a table at the back of …

Lost and Found– Part 17 (prose)

Suddenly, the servant girl stopped as they were walking, squeezed her hand tightly and before Lydia knew what was happening, pulled them off the marked path and behind one of the trees nearby. “Wha—,” she started, caught off-guard. Jasmine pressed her against the tree trunk, looking straight into her eyes with an urgent expression. An …

Lost and Found– Part 16 (prose)

After Hannah had also changed and grabbed her purse, the three girls left the homestead for an hour’s walk into town. They passed through neighboring farms, where several cattle and sheep still roamed, despite the slight, November chill. Lydia could see the rolling hills in the distance behind the town, often obscured by fog. “I …

Lost and Found– Part 15 (prose)

Lydia went downstairs, meeting Hannah in the kitchen. Her cousin was whisking some eggs as she entered. “You and Jasmine, eh?” she teased, as she poured the eggs into the heated skillet. The pan sizzled upon contact. Lydia gave her an annoyed look. “Not even a ‘good morning’ first?” she retorted sarcastically. Jasmine was in …

Lost and Found– Part 14 (prose)

Sunlight poured through the undraped window, having forgotten to be closed the night before. Lydia was the first to wake up. Squinting from the bright light, she turned to face Jasmine, who hadn’t moved since last night. Tentatively, she got up, making sure not to wake the small girl as she headed to the bathroom …

Lost and Found– Part 13 (prose)

For the previous post, check it out here. Lost and Found (Part 13) The meal only consisted of salad and gratin, but the three girls found it to be plenty. They continued their conversation as they ate, mostly with Hannah asking many questions to Jasmine about her life with the Singhs,’ and with the servant …

Lost and Found– Part 12 (prose)

*note* It's been over a year since I last updated my prose/short story series. I've decided to get back into it, so here's the follow-up after all this time. Enjoy! Lost and Found-- Part 12 “What are you thinking about?” Jasmine asked as they made their way to the living room. “About a lot, I …

One More Night (poem)

One More Night   It’s white wine tonight just as much as you had the same glass (or three) the night we met.   It could’ve been mutiny the way we felt for each other sitting by the bar watching beauty grind each other on the dance floor.   But I didn’t care, didn’t expect …