12 Word Story Practice

Tiny drops pitter patter as the sun waits to raise its rays.

A brief wind blows warm brushes towards our dripping cones and hands.

The sound of zzzz and zzzz soon turn into buzzzz and buzzzz.

In the distance, snow falls, tiny whites littering the earth…a mirage.

Our skyline bleeds orange afterglows even after the crawling moon softly wanes.

Butterfly nets empty, hands wet in sweat that form tiny puddle splash.

Staccato steps fill the air in light flares of empty restful days.

Even so, even yet, even though, we haven’t yet found a way.

I woke up with winter gone, and spring had yet to bloom.


 

The theme around this patch of 12 word stories was “Summer Moments.”

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