I told of the hero’s kindness in pulling a thorn from a lion’s paw and was telling about the Roman emperor sending Christians to be eaten by lions when Sarah had a happy thought. “I would be safe,” she chirped brightly.
i feel like every single thing i did before reclaiming my title as a diarist was a serious injury to what i want to do as a writer. line breaks were broken bones slowing me down from grabbing the big belt which for me are volumes of anti-novels, serial essays, and notes.
There lived in a forest a fox and a stork who passed each other virtually every day and they both had that regional quirk where they were invariably civil and polite while secretly despising the other but they were also sensitive and neither wanted to be accused of being practitioners of the 'Seattle Freeze...'
You almost came out at your part-time job, planned a date with HR and everything, but you backed out at the last second. For a few weeks the shame had been trickling in slowly, but suddenly it started coming by the bucketful.
"I'm walking in our lake," another stated. "The water comes to my ankles. But I'm two hundred feet from the shore. I'm supposed to be swimming." Dying fish were nearby, laying on their sides, looking desperate and disappointed.
A girl buttons solid f(r)onts A girl undoes (parenthetical) reruns A girl understands that fonts frame meaning A girl stands tall in threads of well-read seams
Nice, together, in the face of perfect terror Looking at the files redacted At the P O T U S, who acts like a loony attacks the people in Minnesota he can come in and milk us with agents of ICE
It is against the law for bombs to sleep on the sidewalk but less fortunate bombs are shelterless or as some say unsheltered no silo nor anywhere else to go
