With no place to turn
I need something that grounds me
Thank you winter wind
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from George Zelinski and writers in Poets and other communities.
Eclectic fireworks Expose in dying colors Nature’s explosion
By George Zelinski7 months ago in Poets
Television crackles. Static fills the muted space. I can’t tear my gaze from those turquoise eyes. Innocent eyes. Eyes like mine.
By Amanda Abelaa day ago in Poets
Karma Does Not Forget I have seen it circle back, slow and certain, not in thunder, not in noise, but in quiet hours, when a man sits alone with what he has done,
By George’s Girl 2026 7 days ago in Poets
Do you know where you are? The old woman croaked. Ren & I both held our breath, trembling. Had it worked? We'd been pulled in so many directions since last harvest, searching for the true motives behind the High Arcane's barbaric rituals. So many deaths and false promises. So many false leads and dead ends... We didn't dare believe it. Sensing our apprehension, the old woman nodded.
By J3 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.