"Lily blossoms in a field of poppies..."
"Lily, he's beneath you. A worthless writer!"I was wilting. My growth stifled by narrow minds. Now, I seek enlightenment in this field of poppies.His camera captures my restlessness; his readings redirect my misguided soul; his writings awaken my repressed longings. Bravely, I bare my bosom....
"She knew precisely how to free his mind."
“Sometimes I think you love that typewriter more than me,” she mused, bent over, caressing his shoulders.“I have a deadline, baby. Fuckin’ editor wants a piece about these poppies and I got nothing.”She swung around to straddle where he was...
Brandon Tyler had a question to ask his girlfriend, Amanda. He found a perfect location that was in a remote area. Amanda adored flowers.Amanda was an artist and would appreciate the destination he picked. It would remind her of a...
"Love triumphs over the losses of War"
Sitting in Flanders fields, Maria begins reading from Im Westen nichts Neues. Hearing her voice sets my heart aflutter. One-hundred years ago, both of us had lost relatives here, dying on opposite sides of a fruitless war.She catches my stare...
"Winner takes all"
Troy crested the ridge, orange light from the twin suns illuminating weary features. He’d made it. Survived.The meadow stretched below him, prize as yet unseen on the central knoll.Negotiating boulder-strewn terrain he plunged into grass, shedding clothes as he advanced....
"Sometimes more than flowers are blooming..."
Two collaborating writers headed out to the field to find some inspiration. Just friends and colleagues, nothing more. He found a spot amongst the poppies and suggested they set up shop there. For fun, he plucked a flower and tucked...
Today, I looked into your eyes and saw you give up. Everything you ever held dear was now at my mercy. You jerked your head and tried to break away but you were caught in my grasp. Helpless, as I moved...
Staring at my laptop, I wait for the green light to let me know you are online. It's been two years and we are still no closer to our meeting than we were that first night. Why am I so consumed by...
"Inspiration in scarlet"
He stares at the blank page—his typewriter silent. The sunlit field full of poppies where he sits should inspire, but the words won't come today.Then she appears. Her red hair and red dress evoke the flowers around her. She's stunning and...
"Everyone needs inspiration for greatness"
Forty years old and he'd never done anything noteworthy. Then he met this farmer's wife blooming amongst scarlet poppies in fallow farmland whilst trying to write a young people's book."Honestly, young lady, I'm a writer," he insisted. "I'll put you in my book," he pled. "You'll be famous," he...
