🔔🎄 Bells 🎄🔔

The village was tucking in for a winter’s night sleep, yet still windows glowed with Christmas Eve candles burning, and … More

☁️📝☁️ The Boohoohooing of the Poet ☁️📝☁️

High in his tower, the poet stood by the window. The sky was grey. There would be no stars tonight. … More

Polly could not sleep. She was exhausted, her eyelids were heavy, her little body was full of yawns. Sleep just … More

The large pumpkin-headed man showed off his new black shirt and green trousers to his yellow gourd-headed friend. The shirt … More

There were pumpkin babies wiggling in their nest of vines, in their September fields, in the harvest afternoon. ‘Hey, Petey,’ … More

The doors of the royal chamber creaked open and out rolled the crown of the king. The bedazzled coronet came … More

Night was encroaching. Lulu knew she was getting closer to the cottage as the celebratory singing and harmonizing became louder … More

I hate the sunset It took my day away “That’s God.” It’s the ugliest moment of these twenty-four hours I … More

‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More

My story ‘We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon’ is now on the FIVE:2:ONE Magazine website. http://five2onemagazine.com/can-grow-squash-jon-sean-whiteley-flash-fiction-thesideshow/ Give it a read. … More