So I was on twitter a couple hours ago and I saw a post that said “Where does poetry come from?” Plenty of people had replied with the likes of “from the heart” or “in a kiss” etc; you know, all those deep and meaningful responses you’d expect from such a philosophical question.
They say ‘a picture is worth a thousand words,’ so I've decided to challenge a few of my friends to see if they can paint the reader a picture in just one thousand words. The subject of this picture? A single word...
Mr Fetters has been going around town askin’ folk for the strangest of things. Maybe he’s gone mad after the death of his wife an’ all.
Now before I get more mail than Santa in December from those that get rather picky when someone uses the term ‘Pulp Fantasy’ (seriously, I get less hate when I use the word ㄘഉ∐ㆵ) ‘The Valkyrie’s Last Flight’ is written in pulp style, and it’s a fantasy story, ergo Pulp Fantasy.
It was fall when I fell for you, when you came into my world. My favorite season gifted me, all my dreams come true... read more.