Hiss of samosas hitting the frying pan. Crackle from chips being wrapped. Vibrating boom from the record stall. This is our ends. The air alive with spices and smoke [...]THIS IS OUR TOWN – 3 MIN SHORT STORY/POEM – PROSE AND POSE This little short story really captured me this week. Not only do I … Continue reading Reblog: This Is Our Town by Prose and Pose
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Writeober Day 15: Home
Adaline watched out the carriage window as the only place she’d ever thought of as home disappeared from view. When she considered it, she wasn’t sure if she really knew what home was. All the stories said that home was somewhere you belonged, but she’d never felt like she belonged at the orphanage. The only … Continue reading Writeober Day 15: Home
E.J. Robison 