Even whispers shout
along the sky-blue expanse
of nature’s echo
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Jodi Nicholls
As a freelance content writer, fantasy author, and reluctant minion of darkness, I spend my days devouring words and teaching my cats boundaries (which is relentless, unforgiving work...)
Escapism is life. Find me on Insta: @j.l.nicholls 😊
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Why storms don’t last
Only rain knows how clouds dance in apology and give way to blue Storms have always fascinated me. I feel their charge like a whisper along my skin. If I'm not asleep by the time the rain stops falling, I love looking for the cracks in the grey and seeing the blue break through. It's always felt like the clouds fall away to reveal a renewed sky, their dance a dramatic introduction.
By Jodi Nicholls3 years ago in Poets
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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