Twitter | Search | |
Search Refresh
India Royale Jun 3
Reply Retweet Like
¡ r e n e (June vss365 prompt host) Jun 3
While her bark tea was steeping, Ada checked on her mushroom nursery. She smiled when she saw a prolific fungi farm. Tomorrow she would broil fleshy brown caps stuffed with garlic & cheese -- but what was that mushroom that didn't look like the others?
Reply Retweet Like
Thomas J. Torrington Jun 3
My father made me find my own switch for a whooping. I chose the biggest branch I could find, because fuck him. With fresh welts, I took the switch and planted it by the river. There, a tree grew, a testament to his tyranny. Today, I buried the sumbitch under it.
Reply Retweet Like
dabbu cosplay Jun 13
Reply Retweet Like
Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 3
“Can we stop here, sir?” “The bank, Haskins?” “I need to pop into this branch to ask for a loan.” “A loan? You them a small fortune.” “But I like a nice tree-t every once in a while, sir.” “I’m telling you to leaf it alone.” “No need to bark at me, sir.”
Reply Retweet Like
Wendy MacAlister 4h
beach fremont creek golf course knoxville
Reply Retweet Like
GentleshawPS 57m
have been having a debate about whether or not people should be allowed to walk up Snowdon 🏔
Reply Retweet Like
Извергилий.🗝 May 18
Reply Retweet Like
DeRicki Johnson Jun 2
My village Has a weeping Who we made our Queen She’s privy To our daily lives The seen & the unseen We feed her roots our blood & tears & fears & petty dreams A witness to our stories Times Bounteous&Lean Oft I seek her counsel She shares In whispers keen
Reply Retweet Like
firdaus parvez Jun 3
After a heartbreaking goodbye beneath the weeping I took some road trips. I enjoyed holding your hand all the way to the riverside town then massaged your foot on the way to the forest beyond; stroked your hair to the lake; piece by piece I made memories with you.
Reply Retweet Like
tuttysan Jun 3
The Japanese maples made it through November stunning in fiery red Yet our pliant love couldn’t take the fall and is hanging by a thread Next to a darkened lake of secrets concealed by the moon A slender branch of promise lays on the ground a rooting looms
Reply Retweet Like
Claudia Fabian Jun 24
Time the take my for walkies, don’t you think?
Reply Retweet Like
Elsha Hawk Jun 3
Perhaps because it stood alone in a clearing, or perhaps because it was so flexible, the willow tree was the only thing left standing after the tornado. We approached, slowly, reverent, alone or in twos, to surround it looking up. Battered, in awe.
Reply Retweet Like
Mali May 12
... to lots of these to other on my yesterday.
Reply Retweet Like
Mali May 11
Reply Retweet Like
Voimaoy Jun 3
There is no light, no life on that world, the alien said. No breeze, no splashing of a stream. The gate is high, black twists of iron, woven like willow reeds.
Reply Retweet Like
Matabu Jun 3
At the crossroads it stands Leaning over the road Watching satan deal With sinners and poets That old waited For the ink of night Then on a sometimes It would write Long branches would sway Across the fields And Satan would watch With sinners and poets.
Reply Retweet Like
ADHorror Jun 2
Dead boy's is a town legend that's claimed many lives. 5 boys have been hung, swinging over the river, and getting tangled in its branches. 4 more have drowned. Some friends claiming the willow branches pushed them back under when they tried to surface.
Reply Retweet Like
just jenn Jun 3
“Here. This’ll fix your headache,” Ellie said, handing him a mug.Rob made a face.“What's in this?”“Chamomile & bark."Within minutes Rob was gasping for breath. Ellie smiled.“And maybe some hemlock. No matter. Your headache is about to be the least of your worries.”
Reply Retweet Like
Hollie Powell 14h
The undeniable love between mother and daughter 🥰
Reply Retweet Like