8-Word Stories #38

Her lips quivered as she whispered, “It’s time..”

8-Word Stories #35

They were in separate rooms living similar lives.

A scarlet pamphlet directed the seekers towards love.

A cute Haiku poem written on a bottle of tea. *_*

Sunlight in my house.. Follows me and fills my rooms.. Like my own children.
Bruce Goldner

They met again in unknown restaurant, unknown street.

The floor creaked at 2AM, he left again.

Come to your senses, you foolish starry-eyed boy.

I’m your shadow, what am I without you.

Longing rage to possess that which isn’t yours.

The clock struck ten, time to hunt again.