{wild whimsy}'s Favorites
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Silver Dream
by Blossom Ruoqen 10 months ago
“When will it rain?” asked a young-looking girl to a distant and bemused boy sitting in a large pasture.
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Coming Home
by [pens&feathers] 10 months ago
Just when the days start getting colder, I walk the streets I never knew. Behind the library and across the cemetary, where t…
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Family? [13]
by `espressotherapy. 10 months ago
Lyric slid onto the chair, into her mothers lap. She looked up into her mom’s eyes and asked, “Mommy, is daddy going to live …
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Field of Dreams
by Lindsay about 1 year ago
Timmy finally reached the bottom of the hill, lying on top of Angela. He laughed quietly and kissed her lightly on the lips….
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Said the Poet, to Herself (a poem)
by Alexa ♥ about 1 year ago
Reach out and above; go
beyond and deep
inside; stretch and reflect.
Expand and expound. Write
to old friends, lest they feel… -
My Dream
by Lindsay about 1 year ago
He’ll find me in the woods, crying. He’ll be strong but gentle. He’ll pull me from the ground, and hold me in his icy arms. ...
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The Vibrant Blue
by Autumn Night about 1 year ago
The little boy ran through the sky. He ran until the hazy gray became pure deep blue, until the blurred sun turned into the v…
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Glistening Skies (Part Two)
by Autumn Night about 1 year ago
“You arrived sooner than I imagined” the Queen said softly to the boy. “It must be getting worse”
“I don’t understand”, said…
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An Ode to Pain
by Lindsay about 1 year ago
I look at you a lot. Probably more than is mentally healthy. But seriously, it is your fault. You were always the the geek…
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A Scene from the Balcony of the Tower
by [pens&feathers] about 1 year ago
He took me up to the top of the Tower one day.
Out on the balcony, we could see the City spread out below us. From so high …
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The Language of a Memory
by [pens&feathers] about 1 year ago
We were both sixteen, something I will never forget as long as I live. As long as I keep in my heart the memories of us that …
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525,600
by Laine P. Grey about 1 year ago
If we have 525,600 minutes on a year, why do we spend 525,599 of them wondering about what we could be?
If we have 525,600 m…
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I Knew He'd Seen the Future that Night
by [pens&feathers] about 1 year ago
“Do you believe in dreams?” he’d asked me, jerking awake out of a restless sleep, drenched in a cold sweat.
That was before…
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The statue and his love
by cracks in a sidewalk about 1 year ago
“Some say that if you stand just right, you can see their love,” the mother said
The boy squinted his eyes and cocked his hea… -
"Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned"
by Stovohobo about 1 year ago
“I don’t hate you. But I will.”
“You hate me. And you will.”
“I said I don’t hate you. Yet.”
“Well…how does what I’ve …