Fiction

I danced. I wore red lipstick, a party dress, and uncomfortable shoes. The spring air was smooth and tinted with new flowers. It was fluid as it wrapped itself around my twirling form. Infinity was slow then fast with the beat of the music.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boot.

A police boot.

Imagine its sturdy leather; its handsome shoelaces, wearing a double-knotted smile; its ringed eyes peeking out underneath a blue hem.

When we met eyes, we knew we were in danger.

When you saw the dog, you almost died.
 

“I don't understand. I am a curmudgeonly frog. I don't want to understand. Say it again and I will ignore you.”
“Do - you - eat - flies?”  
“I eat.” 

There they sat, fat and juicy, just waiting for someone to come along and shout, "I've been waiting for you!"
 

The night was melting over the stretch of time, coated in rain. Not a harsh night that may come to mind. It was a mild, promising darkness that blanketed the town. As if the storm stepped aside, making room for the wandering souls.

A day in the woods,
could reveal many things.
Unknown creatures,
astonishing sights,
living things that we 
haven't discovered.
A day in the woods,
could show us 
secrets,
lies,
that we may have believed.

write a poem, story, or essay related to the word letter
 

First thing's first, let's get one thing straight, this is not my story and it's not your story because this is not a story.

At their core, songs are really poems set to music. Have you ever written a song, a piece of music, or maybe the plot for an epic musical? Try your hand at it!
 

They were filthy with implication, the ratty edges of their meaning frayed and dangling.