Paragraph Stories


By Trent Jamieson
May 10, 2020 · 40 words · 1 minute

Photo by Rob Sheahan via Unsplash.

Goodnight Moon. Where’s the red balloon? Where’s the promised sleep? I’d weep like Blake’s little chimney sweep, but the room’s no chimney dark and deep. Goodnight room. Goodnight parents. Goodnight doom. Goodnight everything, goodnight stars, goodnight organs kept in jars.

Trent Jamieson

Trent is writing Science Fiction and Fantasy.