Bullets or seeds

Staring into the ripples of my mirrored surrounding Reflecting my lost memories There I see my mother Explaining why Democracy is the only way forward Her voice echos through my ears and sticks like a tack to wall My father laughs and jokes “Republicans aren’t worth the sense(cents) they were given.” Though he refers toContinue reading “Bullets or seeds”

“Hello” Writing Prompt

(Create a poem or short story that begins with “Hello”) “Hello”, she stammered with every ounce of courage she could muster. Her lips trembled. The stares that silently echoed across the room created a deep and painful pit inside her stomach. After meticulously removing her gloves, she rang them tightly in her hands. The audienceContinue reading ““Hello” Writing Prompt”