Author: Peter DeWolf

[1000 Words] Sarah M.

This is a party. It’s not unlike most other parties, I suppose. The smallest of talk. The tallest of brunch-y drinks. Foods with melted cheese that are tweaked versions of overly-complicated recipes that were...

1826 days

She notices how the flickering candle light dances on the restaurant wall, as she adjusts the strap of her dress. She people watches for a moment. But only for a moment, before she is...

i can picture it, future wife

Hi, dear. The other day I woke up with a scary thought. What if you’re not reading these? I mean, is anybody reading personal blogs anymore? What if I’m just tossing these words, that...

just some couple, you know

I saw a married couple the other day. And it isn’t something that typically happens to me, but I found myself curious about them. He was a little scruffy, with his baseball cap, jeans...

just say yes, future wife

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, little future wife. I hope all is well. I also hope that you get your gorgeous head out of your stunning butt and get here soon. Just as an FYI, I may the...

les couleurs

I’m not sure if it is something in the atmosphere, your eyes, or where your head is at in that particular moment, but sometimes the colours just pop more, you know? I appreciate those...

achooo!

The sun forcing its way in between the blinds feels like an assault to her. She has dry lips and it hurts when she tries to swallow. Her head aches. Her limbs are tired....

show then tell

The moon is supplying just enough light. Nothing more. He takes her hand and leads her over the rocky shore. The fall breeze is biting. They reach their destination. He helps her climb up...

my house

I live in the house that was owned by my grandfather. He was stubborn and cranky and a shit-disturber. And I adored him. Some of my earliest memories of him involved my mom driving...