Today's Ten Word Tale: Hungry For Literature
Hungry For Literature by Beliinda Roddie Dorothea read thirteen books in the span of one evening.
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Saturday's Storyteller: Nameless
Nameless by Belinda Roddie I don't have a name by choice. None truly fit me. Not even Nemo feels appropriate. Don't call me anything. Don't address me. I am not here. I'm at a bar, drinking tequila, and pretending the world isn't on fire. This week's prompt was provided by a video call with friends.
Today's Ten Word Tale: Accurate
Accurate by Belinda Roddie Maybe my mother-in-law is right. Maybe I am the goober.
Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection
I go back to work in five days. fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.
Freeform Friday: Date Night
Date Night by Belinda Roddie Sushi and noodles. White wine. Luca on the TV. Super Mario Party on the Switch. Lots of cuddles. Works for me.
Todays Ten Word Tale: Out Of This World
Out Of This World by Belinda Roddie Chef Lucy Pritchard's cakes contained entire galaxies in each bite.
Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #517
The Fifth Of August by Belinda Roddie The fifth of August was Sam's funeral, and Lisa was there, dressed fully in black, watching as the coffin, stiffened white pall and all, descended far beyond the stack of dirt and settled into endless dust. Sam had been thirty-three, too young to throw away her mortal coil, as Shakespeare must have said (or was it shuffled? I don't know, thought Lisa, and frankly, I just don't care). All she could think of was her lover's smile and blue eyes before dimming in despair, sunken above skeletal cheekbones, tile in color. August sixth was no better, and Lisa's drinking would not be deterred.