Of the many techniques,

Aside from plot and imagery and unpredictable choice of words,

There is one I have learned that seems oh so helpful,

To characters and places and happenings

I have rarely utilized the presence of tropes,

relying on general expectations

And since writing is an exchange of ideas and emotions,

Across pebble-crammed shorelines and the many sighs of changing seasons,

A writer m...

In a world full of roses, be a flower of purpose and meaning. There are so many; you don't have to be a rose. There is milkweed and buttonbush. White prarie clover and New Jersey tea. It's all more complex than tullips and roses.

Meaningful flowers bloom all around. Like marigolds and snap dragons. Or carnations and chrysanthemums.

There doesn't have to be just roses....

How peculiar,

Those clouds

They bring about

A simple kind of frown

But I forget, out and about

Bringing home onions and cloves

I wonder,

That taste in the air

The ache in my bones

It's so clear really

By look of the deli clerk

A tired smear

Bored by her work

It was that late night after all.

But these emotions speak unsure

Consequences unknown

Then, the revelation I find

I left my umbrella ...

"Why did you kill her?!"

"Because she was hunting what you needed." He opened his palm. There was the pendant.

My mouth hung wide, and I gasped, though I eventually led myself to smile. My two teeth shown too.

"Pointy," he noticed while removing his hands from her abdomen. They were red like wine. I blushed at his strength.

Maybe my thoughts about him had changed. Maybe there w...

The singularity of light opened, and I was shown the blinding clarity of midnight on a full moon. I climbed into it.

"This is where they graze," he said, the stigma of a farmer still shrouding himself to me like the moondust we stood in. The light shown around us too. It was like daytime.

"Beautiful. I've never been out here like this," I marveled. The dome above was almost clear against...

The fish was bigger than his head. Definitely bigger than me.

"And you're sure you can make the order? On time?" I really thought he wasn't even listening to me. "Kikimoko?"

"Sure, sure," he assured, rolling his Us as if he was drunkenly explaining where he left his seaside beers. His teeth were large. Big enough to not allow him to pronounce that. The blade gliding through the hangi...

The winds had rarely been this warm so early in the year through the Razadel, the narrow valley between the East and West. The weather hardly got to the extent that it held moisture in the air so tightly that densely-clothed Javi travelers, of this route, shed their garments and equipment to their mule.

It was odd to see Javi so bare, Gelti thought. But their frequency had become so uncomm...

Because,

Scissors are used by hands....

It only happens when I forget that I ever dreamed it. It could possibly be a coincidence of some sort, maybe it is an allusion to a tragic pattern, like my subconscious trying to remind me of something I cannot place, or it could be a cryptic vision, though I suppose I am mistaken to believe I am significant enough to receive that.

I am never sure, but it is always fuzzy. Escaping me before I...

Still,

Quiet,

A splash of hope.

Wait,

Nope.

The line went slack.

Another worm,

Then cast back,

There are plenty more fish in the sea....