ghosts to guide me

The scattered fog drifts slowly by Thoughts drift slowly through my mind The moon glows bright with silver light Feet stroll down silent, winding roads Like iron to a magnet my thoughts are Drawn to the image of her face, her eyes, And the sound of the last words she said

creativity adrift

the need to create why is not the question, but what is the answer lost without any answers. questioning without knowing where I am creativity adrift, unmoored, no captain at the helm but me The desire to create is not always easy to satisfy. Often I have an idea, but when I try to make…

what do you think happens next?

I wrote a flash fiction piece on Friday for, you guessed it, Flash! Friday. It wasn't a very good piece, but that's alright. It's still fun to participate. To see the prompt and see all the other stories written, click here:¬†http://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2013/04/05/flash-friday-18/ Part of the reason that it isn't very good is because it isn't a…