Take a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peaceful surroundings I found great joy in writing poetry.
It's a little dusty here, it's a little dry. Nothing more than my life experiences all intertwined.
If you're a writer struggling to improve your craft, this book can help. It breaks down the basics of a good story and good writing. It'll also provide a few tips on how to stay motivated. There's no magical formula for instantly likable stories, but you can lay a strong foundation for a future full of writing that fu...
Something was not right. Eve could feel it in the air. In the flutter of the branches outside her window, the walls surrounding their house, In the corners of the rooms, the smile on their faces. Something was definitely not right. .......... The armor of the white knights did not shine as bright as usual, and as th...
a lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||
~ is that not the perfect visual image of life and death / a fish flapping on the carpet and a fish not flapping on the carpet ~
In the late nineties asexuality is all but ignored as an orientation. Jess doesn't understand her complex array of emotions or why she finds it so hard to relate to her fellow classmates. Catholic high schools and churches simply don't address the issue, and the internet is still nascent. Jess can't tell anyone the t...
My second poem book... written in the year 2025. by~ Simran Singh :) I'm not a native English speaker so if you find any sort of mistake, kindly point it out in the comments, I'll edit it later on. Thankyou you for reading! 😊
