Winter's solstice brings new life. Each snowball is an egg, oozing white-blue heaps of baby ice-dragons. They flap flimsy wings in confusion, eyes soaring like flies from face to face. Yet not all. Their dripping bodies join the snowmen we said we'd never forget
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Flash Fiction and Short-Shorts
RandomAll stories here are 1000 words or less. Though small, they are big in meaning. There are also writing prompts for the dreaded block. The last essay-- I don't exactly agree with anymore, but my writing was on fire. I was going through some things! ...
