Left on a dusty shelf in a dark corner of a secondhand store. A hidden treasure, ignored and neglected. I brought it home, cleaned it up, and stationed it on my desk. There it sat, silenced by smaller, faster, more mobile instruments. Still, I loved its sleek, strong presence, evoking thoughts of rainy night mysteries.…
I may not look like much But oh, the places I go Over rainbows and behind waterfalls Into secret, mystical portals Magic begins with the push of a pedal Hop on… #annieshortstories
A week or so ago, I wrote up a little short story on my anger journal. I felt like I should expand on that, considering it is working so well for me. I know people keep gratitude journals, and I have to be honest, it’s never worked for me. But a few weeks ago…
This innocent looking spiral bound stack of papers hides big secrets. Not clandestine loves. Nor top secret codes. No family mysteries, or long lost recipes. Instead, it’s filled with anger and disappointment and frustration. Written down, locked away, relieving me of their burdens. Much like Pandora’s Box, it must not be opened. Words have power.…
A cool cat being cool Loving life Wondering why you don’t follow his example And be a cool cat, too #annieshortstories
Mary may have had a little lamb with snow white fleece but I have a fluffy creamy duckling who follows me everywhere. And never shuts up. #annieshortstories
When the world becomes too much, and thoughts are muddled, time alone is a necessity. Significant perspective and peace can be gained by hanging out with the dead. They understand the value of silence. #annieshortstories
