Daily Archives: March 26, 2017

Empty by Isabel Caves #writephoto

“It’s empty.” “No it’s not,” I snapped. We were trekking through my mind, for crying out loud. It was not empty. “The transporter’s faulty,” I grumbled. “It probably sent us into your mind instead. That’s always been empty.” Continue reading … Continue reading

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Taking It On The Chin #writephoto #flashfiction

Originally posted on TanGental:
The Pacific Basin ? For three days, the coasts of eastern Australia, New Zealand and all the Pacific islands were inundated with a strange matted fibrous material, unlike any seaweed or plant life ever seen before.…

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Passion and Pathos: Spirit of the Dance by Jan Malique

The dancers moved intuitively to the sound of their hearts as the music swelled and sobbed. It finally paused, waiting for the lovers to catch their breath. This was more than an interlude in a cafe that had seen glory and laughter … Continue reading

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#writephoto – Darcy’s Shack from Morpeth Road.

There wasn’t much left of Darcy’s old fishing shack after the storm. The shack had sat on the edge of the beachhead for as long as I could remember and Darcy was just a name my father told me about. … Continue reading

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Dance

There is a single thread, That runs through every life, And binds us at the heart. A web of life so intricate and fine, A spider silk of spirit With tensile strength to carry any grief And share all joy. … Continue reading

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Empty by Ritu #writephoto

It wasn’t often that she got to the beach ahead of the rest of the crowds, but today was one of those days. The morning mists were just clearing, and the sun was starting to shine. Looking at the empty … Continue reading

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The Day I Killed Mom #MothersDay #humor #SundayBlogShare

Originally posted on Barb Taub:
The day I Killed Mom—a (mostly) true story When she turned fifty, my mother took up a new career: dying. It was a family tradition, she explained. “People in my family don’t make it out…

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