Daily Archives: December 15, 2017

#writephoto — Brotherly Love – Fandango at This, That and the Other

James and Amy crawled out of the tunnel and into the open air. They both had on their protective masks as they emerged from their underground dwelling. James took out a kit he used each week to test the air. … Continue reading

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Ani’s Advent Invitation: ‘Twas the night before Christmas with Millie and K.L. Caley

Well, it is all hotting up around here! Not the weather, mind you. She’s still shivering. You’d think she’d let her coat grow instead of taking to razor thing to half of it, but I’d best not mention that. All … Continue reading

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Foggy

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mists are so helpful my hollowness can’t see yours intimacy untouched surreal veils of pretence vindicate my non-existence ? Writephoto by Sue Vincent

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Out of the Mist

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© Sue Vincent Standing by a lone tree at the edge of a grassy field watching the sunrise, Greg Neville felt safe for now. They were probably still hiding in the shadows and some were shielded…

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Mists – Trent P. McDonald #writephoto

After decades of travel at the speed of light, we finally arrived at the Land of Cleves on the distant world with the strange name of “Oh, hi!  Oh…”.  The spaceport looked a lot like the one in The Town … Continue reading

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Writer in Residence Paul Andruss – Christmas Story – The Three Sisters (Part One).

Reblogged from Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord: Three Sisters (Part One) by Paul Andruss * 1 * ‘Jenny isn’t it?’ Jenny spun round, staring blankly at the tiny old woman wrapped up against the cold. ‘Yes. Hello’, she replied, wondering who the … Continue reading

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Mists – Bob Fairfield #writephoto

Arthur shivered, drew his crimson cloak over his shoulder and looked once more over the Plains of Avalon. Although it was mid-morning the sun was still unable to break through the wet, damp, pestilential mist. He knew that less than … Continue reading

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Riddles of the Night: Family fortunes?

Where silver trees have bent their bough O’er sleepy village streets, we go to solve the riddle of the stones A scattered presence in a row. To nourish soul and body’s need- A place where ancient bards ovate, A haunted … Continue reading

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Game of Stones … Stuart France

* “This must be it,” shouted Min getting excited again. If she had been a child she would have been jumping up and down on the spot. “The green sward, you mean?” replied Cor who was just as excited but … Continue reading

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Streaming #midnighthaiku

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