We got to the end of the trail and ate our lunch. We were at a ledge along the mountain that was more like a hill. The sun was high overhead and we could see over the trees for miles. Sam quickly downed his lunch and we let him run off into the trees. "Not … Continue reading My Son Brought Something Home from the Woods pt. 3
On Saturday, we threw together some backpacks, lunch, water, and even a magnifying glass so Sam could inspect everything closely. He was so excited the entire way there. We were all thrilled. When we parked at the trailhead, Sam leapt out of the car and almost ran up the trail without us. I had to … Continue reading My Son Brought Something Home from the Woods pt 2.
Saw this on Reddit. With Halloween right around the corner, we thought this would be the perfect way to start getting scared... My husband and I always wanted our son to be adventurous. We wanted to watch him grow up asking questions about everything, seeking out answers, and looking for adventure. It seems like whenever … Continue reading My Son Brought Something Home From the Woods pt. 1
A fiery sky of blood red cloud Grass bending beneath the scorching breeze There crept a tiger under wooded shroud Despite the barren leafless trees
Fancy meeting you here... [WP] A person goes to bury a body in the forest. When he arrives at the spot to dispose of the corpse he finds another person trying to do the same thing. We'd love to see what you come up with! Share your story with us, and we'll share it with … Continue reading Reddit Writing Prompt – 10/7
What will you do once the beat changes. [WP] Since you were young, you’ve had background music only you can hear that complements what is currently happening in your life. One day, the music stops unexpectedly, and soon a slowly building, hauntingly off-key tune begins to play. We’d love to see what you come up … Continue reading Reddit Writing Prompt – 10/6
The light was harsh and bright. I quickly turned away, covering my face with my hands and pulling down the hood further. "Robert." It was Jim, my neighbor. I had stolen his golfing trophy last month. "This is for your own good. You need to stop." I made some noncommittal noise and pawed at the window … Continue reading Thick as Thieves