Discarded on shore,Running.shoe left without a mate.Owner never found. I wrote this inspired by this week's three line tales.
Groping the pencil,Feelings rush to his fingers.Nothing else matters. I wrote this inspired by this week's three line tales.
My grandad was a smart man. One day he took me clothes shopping in a charity shop to buy what other people had thrown away. "Look after the pennies," he always said, "and the pounds will look after themselves." He was right. I shop nowhere else, and now I'm rich. I wrote this inspired by [...]
The young girl set down her suitcase before glancing back at the way she had walked. It was time to move on a all busted nd the only thing left to do was deciding where she was going to go. Pulling down the balloons, she studied them. No, this solar system bored her. "Bye," whispered [...]
It was just one of those average school trips to some stately home. That's what I thought anyway until we entered what was the old sitting-room. When everybody saw empty chairs in a space, I saw people and they noticed me. "Welcome home!" What was happening? It was just one of those average school trips [...]
This was a dream, it had to be. The world around me appeared black-and-white, covered in some kind of fog that made everything seem unfocused. London. I was in London somehow. Looking at Big Ben in the mists of maybe time itself. Where were the cars? I wrote this in response to writing Wednesday and [...]