Writing

A closer ear

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love. Saint Teresa of Avi..

A Brand of Absurity

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

calling up old age in the ages

Microstory 124: Sandro Watts

A Story by Nick Fisherman

This is an experimental Bellevue Profile microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 101. More to follow.

How Did the Fire Start?

A Story by gabiaimee

Uninspired Writers Network Prompt #3

Microstory 226: Perspective One

A Story by Nick Fisherman

This is an experimental Perspectives microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 225. More to follow.

Eleven

A Chapter by Nick Fisherman

I’ve always wanted to play and win the lottery, but I never have. I was convinced that the chances of winning were so infinitesimally small that..

Mother

A Poem by Emily Murman

Had my pink baby fingers been dexterous enough to grasp those afternoons hanging like dust breathed into a beam of creamy light, ..

Silver Fingers And The Battle Of Ismalt

A Story by Kornez

Ah Silver Fingers, why were you such a proud man? You destroyed a city with your arrogance. What will become of you?

dipping

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson

as it flows from fingertips

Desertion

A Poem by Richard Williams

Adversity for the archer.

Ashamed

A Poem by Satish Verma

Afraid to ask, the white fingers, to write a name on black paper.

Premeditating S'words'mith

A Poem by Dawn

Marching orders.. Scared eyes. They rule the world. Blended voices hide the truth under felt-tip marker lines honesty blacked out by progress-..

Our Chanting Fingers

A Poem by Dawn

Our weaving wisps of light slip through a wounded soul, with salving lips and thread the stitching words and seal. Hungry for the dark and hop..

What Brings Us Together

A Poem by Elise

Two people can be better together than apart

The Congenital Liar

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

Have ever you noticed that liarsCross their fingers when they lie?They seem to think it absolves them fromA judgement, up on high,For fingers crossed ..

Honey Pot....

A Poem by Onlyme

you kissed me passionately my heart skipped a beatyou wrapped your warm armsaround my body and pulledmy tightmy heart missed a beatwe kissed againour ..

The capacity of my love

A Poem by EnglishMajor55

How many times can I say I love youwith my low voice as course as sand.How many times can I say I love you?How many times until you fully understand.H..