Hustling through the crowded streets, she hiked her school bag back into place on her shoulder, keeping the tools of her trade close by her side. The streets seemed noisier than usual today, something

The Battle Challenges of Steemit Winter's Collective Play has gotten off to a great start. An overall effort to pass through the Winter Season effortlessly. Because sometimes we just need something else

Image Source "ALPHA" “Alpha going back to life in three…two…one…”And in one snap, I woke up. It always ends up this way. Every single day as if it is part of my daily routine. Me lying still,

@rensoul17 is currently hosting a Winter Collective Play Challenge and called for entries. I had written mine but was too late to submit because the contest was already over. However, she requested that

photo credit If you are reading this, ensure that you are alone and in a safe space. For this to be in your hands right now, you must know that you are in danger. You have not yet found what you have been

I keep the magic potion in a jar. But here’s my little secret. The magic potion isn’t really what’s in the jar. The jar, filled with an intriguing green liquid, is just a diversion. It’s a play to the

If you don't realize a video game is a video game, you're going to demonize and avoid any challenges, forces of resistance and antagonistic characters that oppose you. But if you realize it's a game, you

Day after day, Years have passed by, The cracks slowly mending, Despair a distant memory, The clouds still gather at times, To bring a fresh reminder, To all who forget the darkness they came from.

"Genesis" We first met at a downtown café You ordered an Americano and I a latte All seats were taken except the two at the right So we decided to sit side by side We talked about arts and philosophy

image credit All around me the Frosted white wind whistle Everything is unseen unless Within my cold arm’s length I stand out in My black jacket Black to keep the heat in To stay warm but it’s not working

Snowflakes swirling in the air a flowing silvery kaleidoscope windows frame the image of winter's shifting masterpiece creating warmth in the soul. Snowflakes wafting from above falling chips from the

All that was left was the smallest of shards, Thin fine crisp remnants I needed to guard. When you trampled upon them crushing them so, I lost the last piece of that girl that you know. Do not think I

As we snuggle, when we can and how we can, seeking warmth, during winter’s unmerciful lingering cold, if we do not find ways to stay inspired to write, we can lose our flow. It is easy to fall prey, to