Daily Archives: August 14, 2017

Alone #writephoto Hayley R. Hardman

I knew I shouldn’t be alone but I was. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, I looked out. I could see an endless stretch of darkening blue sea, the waves bobbing gently and the sunset lit sky which tonight … Continue reading

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The Soul Calls #writephoto – Ms Skyfall

Mr. Burmilla: Mr Cat, It is too high. Steep. And stupid. I do not understand how your four paws will get you on top of it. You are not a monkey. Mrs. Ragdoll: Yes, Mr. Cat. It iz impozzible. You … Continue reading

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Guest author: Ritu Bhathal – Keeping my WIP REAL

Hello everyone! Its me, Ritu from But I Smile Anyway – again! Goodness knows why, but the lovely Sue invited me over again to ask if I’d like to write a little guest post about my WIP. Recently, I have … Continue reading

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#WritePhoto Solo Peak by Pamela Morse

The course included exasperating coded directions to find the path. Only the experts who had experience in mathematical code could make any sense of it. The others gathered strength for the climb by resting, meditating, and stretching. The recruits knew … Continue reading

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Is there a point to all this? Reblogged from besonian

A few days ago, I came across a newspaper article discussing how, in recent years, sales of self-help/spirituality/mindfulness books have burgeoned in the UK. Given the present state of this country – and a few others around the world – … Continue reading

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Alone – Kim Russell #writephoto

On the rim of sunset, evening hues are darkening, musky with the fading scent of undergrowth. Summer will soon be a forgotten dream, her insects a distant echo. Continue reading: Alone – writing in north norfolk

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Beyond the doorstep

It is pitch black; like an idiot, I am teetering on a stool cleaning windows and muttering that there are far better ways to spend my life that doing chores. To say that I hate housework would be inaccurate. I … Continue reading

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Weep #midnighthaiku

The watcher within Observer of the shadows Weeps a silent truth

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