It is an odd sensation to look in the mirror and not quite recognize yourself. To say I thought my hair was different, my eyes bigger, my skin clearer. I thought I was happier. But it is also an unusual feeling to look in the mirror and be satisfied with your reflection. The shape of your nose and the curve of your face . . . Body image is a weird thing #bodyimage #pink #flowers #rose #amwriting #writing #veryshortstory #flash #flashfiction #microfiction #prose #typewriter #typewriterfiction #words #wordgasm #poem

She was the goddess of the lost, of paperclips on the floor and receipts blown away in the wind. She looked after pennies and nickles and dimes, placing them at the bottoms of fountains. Her library had whole shelves devoted to love letters that had tumbled from mailboxes and cards that got crumpled in bags. She was the goddess of the lost because she refused to be the goddess of the forgotten. . . . This probably has one of my favorite lines in it #lost #forgotten #sunset #writing #amwriting #vss #veryshortstory #flash #flashfiction #microfiction #prose #typewriter #typewriterfiction #purple #pink #colorful

My brother has a mouse. There is a poem waiting to emerge from that. Something in the curl of his tail and the beat of his heart and the beat of his four tiny feet. There is something in his lungs and his eyes and his whiskers that whispers of poetry. If only I had the words to write it. . . . #mouse #mice #paintchip #paintsample #blue #writing #amwriting #vss #veryshortstory #flash #flashfiction #microfiction #prose #typewriter #typewriterfiction #words #wordgasm #poem

Spring grass feels fantastic on bare feet, the way it crawls between your toes and tickles your soles. It feels like laughter -- finally! -- after a winter that stretched on for far too long. And it feels like a silly thing to enjoy. Grass grows every year, after all. But spring brings something extra special with it. A hope that snow thaws and flowers bloom and, maybe, some of that magic will crawl into your heart too . . . #spring #grass #hope #green #mint #heart #amwriting #writing #veryshortstory #flash #flashfiction #microfiction #prose #typewriter #typewriterfiction #words #wordgasm #poem

He told her time and again that he was her anchor, that he would keep her grounded. He promised to keep her focused on what was in front of her feet so she would never stray from the path But she was not a boat to be anchored, she was a bird to fly. There was no reason for her to follow the road when her heart called out for the sky. She had no use for a path. Those were for people who could not soar. . . . This is the first thing I typed on my new typewriter! It started as me thinking about a song and grew into this thought. . . . #pink #white #stripes #soar #fly #anchor #shedontneedyou #writing #amwriting #vss #veryshortstory #flash #flashfiction #microfiction #prose #typewriter #typewriterfiction #words

Coffee and rainwater may well have been her favorite things. There was little she loved more than a chair by the window, a warm mug in her hand and the steady rhythm of droplets against the roof. She loved the smell, strong coffee and rich, damp earth. They mixed together and held her close. Whole days could slip past this way and she would not complain. No, she just may encourage it. Coffee and rainwater were her home, no matter which city she was in . . . Thanks for another beautiful background, @snailpaint! #coffee #rain #rainwater #coffeeandrainwater #blue #water #watercolor #paint #writing #amwriting #vss #veryshortstory #flash #flashfiction #microfiction #prose #typewriter #typewriterfiction #words

She liked the weight of things; they helped keep her grounded. Sensations worked too, sometimes. It was the pull of keys in her pocket, the itch of the seatbelt across her neck. The burn of warm metal and the heady scent of gardenias. The ragged edge of well - loved paperbacks and the prickle of humid wind. Those were the moments she used to anchor herself, the ones that kept her from growing crazy. They reminded her that some things were only things. . . . I really like how this one came out, both the words and the way it looks. I also like my cat in the background. Hope you do too. #amwriting #writing #veryshortstory #flash #flashfiction #microfiction #prose #vss #amwritingprose #flowers #typewriter #typewriterfiction #content

Sunset is a magical time. The day fades away, heat abating, sky darkening. The stars peek out from behind the planets. Its slow and dainty and graceful, and maybe a tad mysterious. It slides from blue to orange to stargazing in what simultaneously feels like an instant and forever. If there was ever another world, another dimension, this would be the time to reach for it. . . . This background was another painted by the wonderful @snailpaint. #sunset #magic #art #watercolor #pink #orange #typewriter #typewriterfiction #amwriting #writing #vss #veryshortstory #flash #flashfiction #microfiction #prose #writersofinstagram