“Run away!” warned the lame boy.
It’s been a while since I posted a six-word-story. What do you think?
We all have a list of things we feel is important, but somehow we could never express them as powerfully as we’d like to. What do you do when you suddenly find out that someone had already spoken (and damn well too) of almost everything on your list?
Sylvia Plath.
I can’t get enough of her. I’ve shared her words before, and I’ll do it again.
This is how we are, aren’t we? Think for a minute, what do you desire the most, and what does it do to you?
Apart from rum, of course.
He finished the letter in which he professed his undying love for her. Then he threw it away – Today’s Author
With tears in his eyes, he wandered into the chilly February night.
Confused, his room-mate picked up the crumbled letter from wastepaper bin.
Over the next minute, countless thoughts ran amok in his head. He quickly copied the letter onto a fresh paper. Heaving a sigh, he threw the crumbled paper back into the bin, and strode away with the new letter.
And the next time the two room mates met, he was already engaged to her.
Love is sharing.
A seasonal story for tomorrow’s Valentines Day. What do you think?
I’m currently reading Paulo Coelho’s The Witch of Portobello and I just can’t understand why I didn’t get hold if this book earlier. It’s one of those books that need to be cherished, and every word experienced.
And I’m taking my time with it. And I don’t claim that this book teaches me something worth knowing. Nope, mostly, it just reminds me of things I know already, but haven’t thought of in a while.
And that’s why I’m enjoying every moment of this particular book.