Sherlock stood by the window of his apartment, silently staring out into the rainy streets of London. He held his black clay pipe in one hand and tucked his other hand into the pocket of his neatly pressed trousers. … Continue reading Moore Murderer by Betty P.
By: Betty P. I am lost; my mind a dark abyss. I have no purpose, I have no reason. My mind runs path to path to path; each leading nowhere. I want to go bac—no. I need to go back. … Continue reading Lost
By Betty P. A melody, sweet as sugar, soaring out. Its sounds, ever so lovely, ever so graceful. Audiences entranced by the gentle, rich tones, and the performer’s mind in perfect harmony to the instrument. Continue reading Perfect Harmony
By: Betty P. We all have our “off days”; those days where all we want to do is stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. We yell at everything in sight (Even though those poor inanimate objects you … Continue reading Agony Aunt No.2 – “Off Days”
I knew it wasn’t my brightest idea, but still, I did it. The dark, abandoned house stood in the middle of the woods. I had ventured there several times in the past but never dared … Continue reading Halloween Blog Prompt: The House in the Woods
Betty P. The captivating smell of fresh paint, the satisfying snap of the paint bottle closing, the quiet chatter around me. My querencia; my art studio. I ran my fingers along my sketchbook to feel the rough texture. I spin … Continue reading My Querencia
By: Betty P. It’s only the first month of school, yet most of us are already feeling the stress. Sometimes, all you want to do is go back to summer and be able to wake up at 2:00 in the afternoon; … Continue reading Agony Aunt No. 1 – Back to School Tips