Empty Teacup The city doesn't excite me Quite as much as it used to. It's bustling with energy and footsteps, But none belong to you. The streetlights flicker on and drown out the sunset. I put the kettle on to boil, And set the table for one. Follow me on Instagram @thejovialwriter
On a frosty cold night, in the most unlikely of places, love blossoms between two young souls.
Delivery “One pinaeapple pizza with pepperoni. That will be $9.99.” “Umm, I am not sure I want this.” “Isn’t this flat number 43? Isn’t your name Suzie Collins?” “It is. It is. It’s just I don’t eat pineapple. I’m allergic. It gets bad...if I don’t take my meds, I could bite the dust.” “Wow. Then … Continue reading Wednesday Short Story – Prompt – Pizza
Of Course She lost all her hair. Where to put the flowers? Ah--- On the hat she'll wear!
A delightful haiku poem about reaching the cookie jar first and dealing with the consequences.
Tight on money, and almost homeless amidst the pandemic, little Sara finds a way for her family to get back on their feet.
Tell me, do you feel incomplete? The water drips in the bathroom. The faucet continues to leak even though you tried your best to fix it. Dinner is cold again. You didn't make it home by the time you said you would. The phone doesn't ring that often. You wonder why your texts are left … Continue reading Adequate
You can get over crippling regret and live well.
I am a story in search of a purpose.
So hold on, love. You got this. Today, tomorrow and every day afterwards, are yours to scale. Move forward with strength and belief, knowing you only have to conquer 24 hours at a time.
The Jovial Writer 