#FiveSentenceFiction: Paradise
To Susan His dedication to his work is exemplary, and he is admired by colleagues and friends. But in the depth of his heart he hides a wonderful secret, a secret always present, as he works through...
View ArticleMother Earth
Reblogged from Wings Over Waters: She is vast, beautiful like a constellation. She and I are made up of the same stars. If you could search her eyes you would see a whole universe swirling there. Being...
View ArticleDaily Prompt: Landscape
When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees? I see the world reflected in your eyes For what I see you have seen first A long time before … Continue...
View ArticleDaily Prompt: Unconventional Love
Over the weekend, we explored different ways to love. Today, tell us about the most unconventional love in your life. She noticed him as soon as he walked into the bar. There was a sudden lowering of...
View ArticleDaily Prompt: Seven Wonders
Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be? Bread Love Mother Need Peace Sleep Water Tagged:...
View Article#FiveSentenceFiction: Moments
Then she knew, soon he would have to go, to go East, and face his fate, the fate of a soldier. Years later she would remember, his last letter from the front, the collapse, the ruins, the hunters in...
View ArticleWeekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years
For this week’s writing challenge, we’re asking you to explore what age means to you. Is the the loss of youth, or the cultivation of wisdom? Do things get better as you grow older, or worse? There are...
View Article#DailyPost: Climate Control #Fifty
Weather and people’s moods… Sunlight brightens her soul, then she’s sweetness and grace. Low clouds and signs of rain and her eyes go misty: away with her dreams, lost to us. Thunder and high winds...
View Article#Promptbox: Clouds
Since they’d settled in the city, by now he has almost forgotten when that was, he rarely thinks of the old town. Only in Spring, as the resurgence of colours, the clothes of women in the street, and...
View ArticleSeason’s Greetings
This year, No snow yet, Time will tell… Tagged: being slow, Mother, Photography, snow, writer's blog
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