I’m getting too old.
For imaginary friends.
No! Not when I write.
Free Stories, Poetry and Essays
I’m getting too old.
For imaginary friends.
No! Not when I write.
Do you ever wish?
To see the snow fall softly?
And forget all else?
It’s quite amazing.
How many people you are.
Dad, son, brother, love.
I look at bare trees.
I hope death is like winter.
A rest; not an end.
A/N: A literary reference.
Hint: Think 18th century Gothic.
A ventriloquist’s antics.
Causes him to break.
Insanity bringing death.
A/N: Another haiku, another (sort of) literary reference. Who’ll tell me which story this is from?
A boy with a dream.
Friends sharing laughter and tears.
He’ll be pirate king.
A/N: My first haiku! Bonus points for anyone who can tell me which literary work it’s from.
Curtains used as dress.
Rooster’s feather in her hair.
The gloves told the truth.