halt faceless tauter!
voices of fearful sorrows
adversary soul
About the Creator
Waiting
It could have been the perfect summer day. The hot July sun warmed the water in the backyard pool just enough to be comfortable and refreshing. The laughter of the five little girls echoed against the splashing water as they chased each other in a classic game of Marco Polo. The game distracted them enough that they failed to notice the dipping sun nearing the horizon. Their fingers and toes had long ago turned wrinkly like raisins, but none wondered why they had been left to play so long today.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Thought provoking.
I feel like this might be a reflection on writing haiku!
Come here instead, if you're longing for company, where there are so many other soul suckers gathered.