I don't usually do much in the way of poetry,  but this week I was struck by inspiration, so I wrote, and this was the result:

Once upon a time,
In days of yore,
It all began
As it begins once more.


 
I happened to have an idea for a new series this weekend. The stories will be short and I'll update whenever I get inspiration, but there will be an over arching plot.

The lake sparkled reflecting the rising sun's light on its glassy surface. Gentle waves lapped at the shore, kissing the wet stone before darting away. A small hand clutched a smooth pebble. Bright blue eyes examined the little stone, appraising it, attempting to extract its secrets.

“What do you have there?” a scruffy man in battered old clothes crouched beside her.

“A stone.” she replied simply, without looking up from the object.

 
I haven't posted in a while... I'll get better about that. This is another one of my older stories. It's short a bit on the short side.

 She sat on a lonely cliff and stared at the dark sky, scanning it for some sign of the sun. The wind howled and the air was bitter cold, but she didn’t seem to notice. The sky was pitch black but, thankfully, there were other ways to count time during the long cold night. The idea of her getting off of sunrise-cliff to ask a time-keeper would have been laughable had she considered it. Her eyes never left the dark horizon, she never even blinked. If she did then there was a possibility she might miss the sun’s appearance, or even worse, it would never appear at all.