A small stream still flows under the old stone bridge. Just enough that it gets muddy from time to time. In the spring the frogs lay their eggs there. You can hear the spring peepers from miles away. In the autumn fallen leaves and barren twigs threaten to dam the flow. But the stream moves... Continue Reading →
Come close and listen. I’ll tell the tale of a monster. One that not only walks the streets at night. But lives among us in our communities. This monster looks human. But its soul is demonic. It speaks and smiles and shakes its neighbors hands. But deep down it is plotting, seeding hatred and distrust.... Continue Reading →
Lying in my bed again. I’m watching the shadows dance across the ceiling, As cars drive by outside my window. I feel myself entering the valley of despair. Wondering what’s going to be on the other side for me, Wondering what I'm going to be, What I'll give up and leave behind. Wish I had... Continue Reading →
If reincarnation is real, Then I hope that in every lifetime, I am kind, empathetic, compassionate, curious, and loyal. I would hate to be reborn, As someone with hate in their heart. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/baby-holding-person-s-index-finger-64242/
Six Word Memoirs Part 13 Countless Books I Need To Read. Building A Legacy Day By Day. Opportunity Presented Like A Backhanded Compliment. Fight Fascism. Punch Your Local Nazi. Support Sesame Street And Public Broadcasting. We’re Still Here. And That’s Enough. Header Photo made with Canvahttps://www.canva.com/ Six Word Memoir Logohttps://www.sixwordmemoirs.com/
Just a beautiful woman wearing a blue shirt. A blue that stuns. That catches the eye. A blur of vivid blue and then she’s gone. But that blue will linger in my mind. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/brunette-woman-in-a-valley-27953138/
Another tragedy has hit the airwaves. Blood and tears echo thoughts and prayers. How much can we take? Are we past the breaking point? The corporations sell us the cure as a monthly subscription plan. All to bandage the gaping wound that they caused. Set the planet ablaze just to feel something. As the vision... Continue Reading →
Can we leave the horrors of this life? Charter a vessel and take off to the ocean? We could live just the two of us with just a boat and a dream. Escape the coast and find our freedom on the high seas. We do not need to fear the crashing waves. Endless blue and... Continue Reading →
Hear the loud cry of the whip-poor-will. A trumpet in the lofty branches of the sycamore tree. It cries out with questions. Uncertainty and fear. Who will gallop across the valley of annihilation, With a song of seraphic salvation? Who will bring heaven’s glory, To the weary and the dying? Is there faith among the... Continue Reading →
Six Word Memoirs
Allen The Writer 