They’re meeting.
They’re chatting.
They’re laughing.
They’re liking.
They’re understanding.
They’re leaning.
They’re kissing.
They’re goodbye-ing.
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They’re understanding.
Category: Stories
A Child’s Fantasy
In air thick with haze,
She wakes to a maze
When I saw that this week’s competition for Penable was about fantasy, I wasn’t sure if I should enter. Until now, I had never written poetry that would fall into the category of fantasy, so I wasn’t sure that I would be able to come up with any ideas. I’m so glad that I gave it a shot! This poem is a little different from what I normally write, but I really enjoyed doing it. Thanks Midnightlion for encouraging me to enter!
A Child’s Fantasy
In air thick with haze,
She wakes to a maze,
At the end, a green hedge with a door in.
She picks correct paths
With ease, then she laughs.
This silly place–to her, it is foreign.
The Yellow Brick Ave 