Monthly Archives: October 2017

Spur of the moment – Iain Kelly #writephoto

A fancy dress party. Not my sort of thing. But sitting in alone again made me think twice. Everyone out there having a good time. Why not me too? What can I wear? I know. My check shirt, old jeans. … Continue reading

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Spur – #writephoto Trent P. McDonald

Photo by Sue Vincent Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel) — — … Continue reading

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A day with wings…

I was up long before dawn…yesterday was going to be another busy day on the back of several busy weeks interspersed with illness. I have scarcely known whether I was coming or going and the bags have seldom been unpacked … Continue reading

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Tincture of Time… Stuart France

* It may be That the seed Is the End-Game Of the tree. * Source: Stuart France

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Renewal #midnighthaiku

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#writephoto: Equine retribution

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
This photo prompt is a little out of the ordinary, not the usual atmospheric rock formations and moody moorlands what I have come to expect from Sue. Tough one. ? They rode their horses…

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Thursday Photo Challenge: The Spur.

Originally posted on willowdot21:
This is my entry for Sue Vincent of?The Daily Echo?Thursday Photo Prompt. Entitled The Spur. Rules and Pingback Here The Spur It was late afternoon, Fay awoke alone covered in blood bites and bruises. She savoured…

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Shadowspeak

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The Old Tower – #writephoto

Originally posted on New2Writing:
Christa walked along the path way sullenly lost in her own thoughts. She’d been desperate for a child for years now, several doctors’ visits resulted in nothing, there was nothing wrong with her or her…

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On being a wet blanket…

For some unknown reason, I was weepy. It had not been a sad day, but a busy one. There was no cause on which I could lay the blame. Granted I had prodded the scars on some old memories, but … Continue reading

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