The Toy
pretty little thing,
won’t you spin and dance and sing?
mend your broken spring.
Photo by Alex of Gothenburg
a haiku poem
less than 1 minute read
pretty little thing,
won’t you spin and dance and sing?
mend your broken spring.
Photo by Alex of Gothenburg
less than 1 minute read
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.
4 minute read
David Pemberton leaned into the mirror and fussed over the crow’s feet starting to creep into his face.
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So, yeah, it all started when Mikey dared me to put my tongue on the cold post outside the mall entrance.
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Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws.