Anticipating Storms

Wielding axes of thunder, storms are brewing bluster; arriving at a gallop, skidding hooves on dust and steaming gravel of a droughted summer seeded by chickweed, nettles, docks and groundsel, and flowering grassy surges of dandelions that spatter brightly on the verges, thirsting for some pitter-patter. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie […]

The Haunted Inn

On a lonely fell is a coaching inn where the locals stare and sometimes grin, imbibing ale and swigging rum as unsuspecting grockles come. Those who choose to stay the night will wish they hadn’t, with hindsight. Wrapped in sweaty nightclothes’ trammel and listening for the keyhole’s rattle, the naïve and malleable ponder and sigh at […]

The girl who was made of ink and tears…

collected them over the years, spilled and scribbled down her fears on paper full of splashes, smears and smudges, oaths and prayers: a panoply of emotional souvenirs. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt “It’s all in the title” Today’s title prompt involves working with variations of the same title instead […]