And the story is waiting for you... If it will be your bedtime story, you'll have some interesting dreams I'm sure.
Love to read about your ideas. Thanks, Gary!
How come Carly is such a bitch? There must be a story... Still, I was glad Craig stood up to her. 'Some growing up' seems to be a motherly euphemism, lol. I'm feeling sorry for her little daughter. So...the talk. A talk? First of many talks? *tries to be patient*
Haha, yes, the king is almost himself now, which means he will be dominant...as long as Noël lets him?
'The bed-scene is written with so much wit...' I find writing those scenes' is always a special challenge. I'm really happy you liked it.
Thank you again for the review, Peter! I am writing my antho story right now, after finishing I'm going to start on book two. Promise!
I'm sorry I didn't answer your review, Def. 'You do get a sense they always belonged together.' These words make me very happy. That was what I wanted to show, even though everyone and Noel had their doubts.
Thank you for following THatI and sharing your thought with us.
And I'm standing with both my feet in the middle of drama central. No wonder the story got out of antho dimensions. This will take a while to solve...lol. Tempestuous start, Gary.
Thank you for featuring 'The Holly and the Ivy', Cia. It's the first time one of my stories is featured. Yay!
Can't wait for your comments and questions on 29th.
I fought with this one, so many ideas so little fitting rhymes. Did you know there isn't anything remotely adequate rhyming with sofa? lol I pushed it away, because it wasn't what I wanted. Peter's poem reminded me and, with a little help, it became this.
Thank you for your nice words, Gary.
Dream 2.0
The red door dares me to come closer still,
to touch its handle, press down, step inside,
although its color screams entry denied,
I cannot resist the lure, and the thrill.
Fingers on icy cold brass feel the chill,
as my need to know and my fear collide,
I pull back my hand, but my feet abide,
and instinct to flee fights unbending will.
The door flies open, warmth invites me in,
all I can see is a flickering fire.
Shadows dance on your lumine
To put it in structured sentences, poetry for example, helps sorting through things/thoughts/pain/joy. At least for me. I guess this just needed to be said. Out loud. I'm with Val, my first thought was you definitely needed a , even though I just came in from the rain and still drip on the floor.
As long as there is a dog you might be alone, but not lonely. I'm glad the poem reminded you of a good thing.
Thank you for reading and reviewing, Tim.