My Cardboard Balcony

Razzle Dazzle by Belinda Roddie Rhinestone fingers try to grip onto something a bit more extravagant, a bit less forced, a bit more real, but the real gem is formed under the worst pressure - heat, rage, sorrow, regret - and doesn't require sequins.

So Stinking Cute by Belinda Roddie Fact: Sometimes your cat's just an adorable little trash baby.

Shiny by Belinda Roddie As a child,  I was most disappointed to discover one day that rainbow stags are not supremely fabulous male deer, but instead beetles. Now, as an adult, I find rainbow stags to be equally as fabulous as my prior juvenile notions.

Crimson by Belinda Roddie The monster in my dreams always wore a red shirt.

How I Roll by Belinda Roddie On a lazy Sunday, I like wearing my sushi tie.

by Belinda Roddie It was time for us to travel. Not anywhere beyond our house. But to the future. The past was unattainable. Even with the correct cheat codes. This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.

The Necromancer by Belinda Roddie Whatever you do, son, do not bring out your dead.