the bluebird
soars away
When it rains, it pours;
you exist in skies and seas,
and live inside me.
About the Creator
Antiquity Anecdotes
I'm an autist with an interest in world history and geography. I also write about mental health, my experiences as a neurodivergent parent, and queer issues.
Follow me on Substack for more.
Keep reading
More stories from Antiquity Anecdotes and writers in Poets and other communities.
how to say i love you
it's cloudy when i wake up: alone, and missing you. when you're gone, the house isn't noisy, or messy, or chaotic - but it also isn't home. there's so much open space and no one to fill it, so i sit with the ghosts of my past and wonder if maybe i had been the problem all along.
By Antiquity Anecdotes3 years ago in Poets
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.