Hope migrates tosunny island shores.There is no sorrow,roses always bloom,and the birds of paradisefly forever free.The salty oceancleanses the rotfrom the skinand the heart.

Poet's Prompt     Erotic or sensual Short Story.Use any of these titles, every word and phrase to inspire your story.Title ChoicesSunset's wild glory,
Miles to go,
Understanding you, The partyWordsSand,
rippled,
stronghold,
in, transient,
lucid,
contentmentPhrasesWith every frosted breath, Lakes of crimson fire, As gently as...

It didn't matter if it wasAugust, and the air felt like anoven on broil, or if it wasFebruary, and the dumpsterswere icecicles to the soul.We needed booze, and since wedidn't have jobs, the cans, at5 cents a piece were...

The blackened monastery lay on top of the hill like a wounded panther. Lighting struck and set it ablaze. The people of the town took it as a sign that they had offended god. Those who could, left their...