Daily Archives: February 20, 2017

Thursday photo prompt – Tryst #writephoto

Originally posted on Morpethroad:
She ridiculed him when he tried to explain his behaviour as a midnight tryst. “Grow up!” she has exclaimed, “get your head out of your arse and get in the real world.” As she finished, she…

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Peacock Hunting

Kenneth L. Decroo I have been working diligently on the sequel to Almost Human. Finally, I’m close to finishing More Than Human. Over the last six months, personal matters side-tracked my progress—well sort of. So, I’ve set a goal of a thousand … Continue reading

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Following My Heart’s Desire

Originally posted on Helen Jones:
I published this post in October 2014, back in the early days of my blog. I came across it the other day and realised that it still rang true. So I thought I’d share it…

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Bucolic abandon

Originally posted on Tallis Steelyard:
It has to be said that I may not have mentioned Anald in these jottings of mine. Indeed until Sue Vincent jogged my memory I’d entirely forgotten the incident. Anald was perhaps one of the…

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Deepest Corners Of My Heart

Originally posted on Life at 17:
In their third morning tryst, Just in those first sunrays, He looked into her eyes, Big, bright eyes, Love, deep pure love those eyes told, A fear they expressed, What a combination he thought, He…

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Thursday photo prompt – Tryst #writephoto

Originally posted on pensitivity101:
What a gorgeous photograph to work with this week Sue. Those violets in the sky are fabulous. Here is the challenge this week https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/1341729430 Amethyst clouds envelop a night sky, Velvet cushions for diamonds To appear…

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Eyes to see

“By virtue of Creation, and still more the Incarnation, nothing here below is profane for those who know how to see.” Pierre Teilhard de Chardin I remember one hot, summer’s day as a child, laying in the long, tickly grass … Continue reading

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Siesta… Stuart France

* Sweating hours. Quiescence lies like a crime. * The crack of dry twigs underfoot… startles! A tumultuous green-flash of thumping rampage. Dog legs. Baboon haunches. A luminous ankh arrows away. A way out to tree-stump. To crook torso and … Continue reading

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Tor #midnighthaiku

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