Wild writing – Page 6 – Moonlake's Fiction Space

Maybe there is nothing going on

This piece below is still prompted by a line in the poem Starfish: Maybe there is nothing going on. Maybe there is nothing going on. Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing except my imagination. Oh, I’ve always had imagination. When clouds flowed by in the sky, I could see shapes in them. I could conjure storiesContinue reading “Maybe there is nothing going on”

This is what life does

I had started doing a form of free writing called Wild Writing, using prompts from poetry. Below is the piece that emerged from the particular line that this post is titled. Enjoy. This is what life does. It lets you alone most of the time. It does. Until you screw yourself big time. And thenContinue reading “This is what life does”