About FeyFox
If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
Eloquent Elegant Elf endlessly exudes Enthusiasm.
Besides SMITH, I read stories at:
Everywhere, Anywhere, I devour the written word.
In bed I like to read:
Historical Literature of all types, Novels, poetry, plays.
My favorite story of all time is:
Gone With the Wind
Right now, I'm reading:
The Huntress
My Stories
- Touch like velvet,fingerpront of acid.
- Cucumber cool,chili hot,no inbetween.
- He curdled milk of human kindness.
- "Exlaxic Taste." Doesn't give a shit
- A spilled Guinness is alcohol abuse
- Was engaged, upstaged, caged, helplessly enraged
- A face EVERY mother could love
- "Bite Me", she said.He did.
- "Salad days" remain just broken chards.
- Irish Wheaten Bread, tastebuds' passport home.
- Cicada invasion...my gluttonous dogs feast.
- Just twenty-three, and didn't know shite!
- I'll drown happy in chocolate vat.
- Tiramisu, oh how I miss you!
- It can't slither down my throat.
- How would chocolate covered bacon taste
- My life is a jello rainbow.
- A miss misused is abuse issue.
- Can there be TOO MUCH Garlic
- Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar,sugar, BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
- A lass, a lad, a lack.
- E-Mail Romance but I deleted you.
- Fresh Strawberries,Chocolate dipped. Gastronomic Orgasm !
- Mood food,Chocolate, tried and true.
- Egghead,Hard boiled,scrambled, slightly cracked.
- I'm the peach he's the pits.
- I'm like Baklava ,multi-layered, sweetly nutty
- OLIVE OIL in the CAKE MIX
- Peanutbutter and Jelly memories still sweet.
- Lobster taste but with shrimpy budget.
- Always in hot water like teabag.
- He even BURNS water, I'm steamed
- Two Daughters,Two Arms.Unlimited Joy!
- You, a novel waiting to happen.
- "Broccoli gone Mom." Hmmmm , dog
- Barefoot dance with butterflies, first ballet.
- Fistful of Dandelions, better than roses.
- Little hands, little feet,life complete.
- You're my gift to the world.
- Even as adult ,still needs Mum.
- TWINS! Thank God for two breasts.
- Long Labour, Love's Labour, Life's Labour
- Love is Blind. I use Braille.
- Thaw my heart, scorch my soul.
- A Maestro, he played my Heartstrings.
- Believed Love, conceived Love, deceived Love.
- Bubble dreams, bubble belly,bubble head!
- Love's sighs,like smoke, drift away.
- I left him far too late.
- We Tried, he Lied ,I Cried.
- The Battle of the Bulge Revisited
- Vice president Cheney as a child.
- Earth Day, my birthday, Druid's Daughter.
- Gaurdian of green glens, faeries' friends.
- Well,back to the barre again.
- It's never too late to 'earn.
- No need to whisper, Deer ,
- A new meaning to "Happy Feet".
- Dive Inn on Porpoise, water's fine
- I say you should Butt Out
- Creating, Sharing, Loving Braid into Joy
- Anne Boleyn's retirement plan... cut short
- Independence Day, Seperation,
Emancipation , Divorce Final - Let sleeping dogs lie, not people!
- Pearl white moon adorns velvet night.
- A confident quartet, four sure.
- Sew fine it Seams Sew far.
- Germs Sailing swiftly in blood's Vessels.
- His foolish grin swallows my heart.
- Loves her Bunny, more than me?
- Popcorn words with Wit as butter.
- Enabling parents are condoms of life.
- Slip of tongue tripped me up.
- Spay, Nueter puppies today, anxious "Mum".
- This picture speaks louder than words.
- Crime of Apathy, do you care?
- Exlaxic Taste, didn't give a shit.
- Dragonfly Memories hovering 'round me still.
- Tree of Life, lyrical timbre branching.
- Heartstrings taut,you play our tune.
- Under the Radar, but still exceptional
- My heart is full ,contents yours.
- Gift of Self, my only Requirement.
- Valentine's Day inadequate, my Love's Eternal.
- Ironic diagnosis Glaucoma,
Just adopted sighthounds. - Mirth,Empath Aiden
Spirit Sprite's Daughter - Wisdom,Writer, Ren
Daughter of Delight. - Beloved's smile, Poetry,his voice enfolding.
- Opthamologist called.....Glaucoma.
Blinded by shock. - Pain begets art, my FeyFox Tattoo.
- Irish Dance Shoes, no longed needed.
- Would love Health back, Fibromyalgia SUCKS
- Comedy is the Opposite of Gravity
- Saturday morning Sloth, lingering over tea.
- Poop in Shoe, Angry Cat's Revenge.
- Red-Haired Renaissance Rose betwixt Gents Gallant.
- Autumn's Crackling Coloured Leaves ,
Sensory Overload. - Lose your Mind,
Find your Senses. - Taste of Peaches Lingering ,
Sweet Kisses. - Devouring Books, Films, Chocolate
Always Hungry. - Peaceful Pixie on Prow ,
Placating Paparazzi.
More SMITH Story Projects
What can you say about love and heartbreak in six words?
Everyone has a story. Can you tell yours in six words? Submit yours to be considered for SMITH's next six-word memoir book. The first book, Not Quite What I Was Planning, is out now.