Tag: writing creativity; writing creativity; tiny story; snapshot stories
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The Tree of Life (Snapshot Stories 35)
It snowed on the Tree of Life last night. Thousands upon thousands of petals, detaching and gently drifting on the breeze. At first, they appear all white, but as they land on your hands, your knees and the grass beside you, they exhale. In hues of lilac, sky, ocean and rose. Back to Snapshot Stories
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Rainfall (Snapshot Stories 33)
The rain didn’t smell like the usual seeded clouds tonight. It was sharper, clearer. As though it was falling from the stars. From the patio, the young woman stood unmoving. She breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with the scents of clean, of petrichor, of long-ago rains. In front of her, the silver dogs ran…
Ree-Imagined Worlds 