Messages in a Bottle
A collection of short, romantic prose & poetry that capture the essence of love, longing, and the timeless beauty of heartfelt connections.

Secrects of the Ice Cave

I set out at dawn, just as the first light brushed the horizon, enough to guide my steps along the trail. The hike to the ice caves was a long one, winding through back country, with only a path to ease the journey. Back then, the caves were a secret gem, known only to a

Tree of Mystery

Beside the garage where I lived stood a towering evergreen, its branches stretching wide, offering shade and comfort to anyone who sought its shelter. Tucked in a secluded corner where the garage wall met the fence, near the tree’s base, was a hidden spot—visible only to those who peeked over the six-foot fence in the

Secrets of the Ice Cave

I set out at dawn, just as the first light brushed the horizon, enough to guide my steps along the trail. The hike to the ice caves was a long one, winding through untamed wilderness, with no roads to ease the journey. Back then, the caves were a secret gem, known only to a few,

An Ant’s Journey

In the quiet of my backyard, I watched a small brown ant begin its journey along a thick, rugged hemp rope. The ant moved with purpose, skillfully navigating the twists and turns of the coarse fibers as if it were crossing vast valleys and towering mountains. Each step seemed deliberate, as though it was searching

The Pink Bench by the Riverbend

Beyond the point where the river bends south, there sits a pink park bench—a quiet sentinel overlooking the ever-changing landscape. If you find yourself seated there at sunrise, you’ll witness the river and sky transform with the seasons, each one painting a unique picture across the water. In spring, the sun rises into a brilliant

A Beacon in the Storm

As I gazed up at the summer sky, I noticed the ominous approach of a thunderstorm. The first drops of rain began to fall, hitting the dry, grey stones of the back alley. With each drop, the stones slowly darkened, turning a deep shade of blue. Soon, the entire alley was soaked, the stones uniformly

Under the Spell of the Midnight Sky

The city was enveloped in a celestial canopy, a vast and breathtaking expanse adorned with countless stars. The midnight sky above dazzled the eyes, its sheer immensity inspiring awe and wonder. It was as if the heavens had become a living canvas, each bright star a point of light waiting to be connected, sparking the

A Rose in the Forest of Dreams

In the quiet embrace of slumber, I found myself dreaming of a serene, tranquil place. The countryside, with its vast, open silence, was gently broken by the soft chirping of birds hidden within a nearby cluster of trees. Drawn to the sound, I wandered toward the edge of this natural sanctuary, where a narrow path

Wings of Theresa

Butterflies were her delight, her passion, as she danced through life. Her heart would flutter with joy at the sight of wings, purple and speckled with silver, painting the air with their grace. Like her beloved butterflies, she too passed through the seasons—beautiful, fleeting, and now, gone. Yet, within my heart, her wings still flutter,

The Pot and the Snail

Yellow flowers filled the stoneware pot before me, their vibrant petals standing out against the backdrop of a truly unique piece of pottery. The pot was adorned with a delicate silver ring tracing the rim, adding a touch of elegance to its handcrafted design. Encircling the pot were intricately carved jungle animals, each one meticulously

An Oasis of the Heart

As I stood in the heat of the afternoon sun, I watched the green garden hose spill its life-giving water into the rock garden. The steady flow had transformed the dry, cracked earth into a vibrant oasis, creating a small pond that shimmered like a jewel amidst the parched landscape. The air was filled with

Dance with Me

I love to take a chance when romance is near, So, sweetheart, embrace the cheer, And come dance with me. I’ll treat you right all through the night, So, darling, hold on tight, And come prance with me. We’ll sing our song, one that’s all our own, So, honey, it won’t be wrong To sing