Hanging from the tree house railing, impatiens swing in the breeze. His mother, standing at the edge of the pine needles, discovered the bones of a child wrapped in a pink blanket.
Relief came
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Hanging from the tree house railing, impatiens swing in the breeze. His mother, standing at the edge of the pine needles, discovered the bones of a child wrapped in a pink blanket.
Thin spiral notebook 
vivid, terrifying, a nightmare!
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Very vivid picture, then with the sock to the gut. Great job with this prompt!
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So sad
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Ohhh…poor kid & what a shocking discovery for the narrator’s mother!This is amazing writing Tara-loved it:-)
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Oh my, heartbreaking and vivid!
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Wow! You did really well with this one!
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Great reformation of the available words. A vivid and sad tale.
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oh, Tara! You went there.
good stuff!
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Oh, sadness! Heartbreaking piece here, which makes the lovely photo haunting.
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My goodness! Crushing…and I thought I was…… ah you artist you..you reached hard, and twisted inner senses there… you managed to create such impact, even with ‘other’ words…
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