by yvette
A plate of jelly, brightly-coloured but dull
Lay dejectedly on the kitchen table
Reluctantly abandoned but not forgotten
Clumsily made by small hands […]
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by yvette
A plate of jelly, brightly-coloured but dull
Lay dejectedly on the kitchen table
Reluctantly abandoned but not forgotten
Clumsily made by small hands […]
by debraath Dynamite, a small explosion,
brought me to my senses.
Looking all around, […]
by janani
The sticks on the ground,
Ready to ignite.
They begin the war, […]
by cayden
(Note: this is a completely fictional account about of how Emil Oskar Nobel, brother of Alfred Nobel, died from the accidental detonation of Nitroglycerin, and the effect of it on Alfred as well as on the creation of dynamite.)
Heleneborg, Sweden, 1864
The Nobel’s armaments factory […]
A confounding conundrum which often plagues us is the case of the missing sock. Whether it’s one of our salaciously skin-tight stockings, or a warm winter sock, chances are we will not find it anywhere. Who knows where these sneaky creatures always slip off to? […]
by huang xin
Snowflakes fall in the winter wind, as
Overtures to the new year begin. […]
by yvette
[SOQUE is carrying a large backpack. The town he is going through is Sockington, a town known to have many travelling socks. There are rows of shops on the street and there seems to be a festival going on.] […]
by sean
Her socks are much higher than an ordinary girl’s.
The sheer dark fabric so tight on her skin. […]
by shina
A singular sock sits atop my laundry,
lonely and unmatched. […]
by lim yi he
you don’t see what I see
you don’t hear what I hear […]