I’m six years old, and I can’t sit still. I’m so excited because it’s Grandparents’ Day, and my grandparents are coming to visit my class. When Grandpa walks in, I pull him and Grandma over to my desk. I listen impatiently as the other grandparents talk about their lives, and then finally, my teacher asks…
Tag: death
The Dark Place I Sometimes Visit: Real or Make Believe? A Short Story
Sometimes I go to this dark place where ghosts roam free and fears cackle in the wind. A place in my mind that takes an ongoing battle to repress, but often, it refuses to be silenced, pushing itself to the surface like a blowup clown toy, its face deceptively happy, but truly disturbed. I wonder…
Poeming Once a Week #3
when dreams pass on there’s a lifeless dream floating in the air tonight a specter that reaches with wispy gnarled fingers for the one who summoned him but Time shuts the door upon that ancient reverie its fingers disappear mist evaporating into lonely darkness
Untold Tales by a Whimsical Wallflower 