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Monthly Archives: May 2018
The Power of Tears – Vivian Zems #writephoto
Resting stoically on a hill are two boulders that once were known as one Shorn by the constant dripping of the sky’s tears and dry throat of the earth Continue reading at Smell the Coffee
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Tagged Boulders, Stony hearts, Sue Vincent's write photo, tears, time
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WHAT’S UP DOC? Lines of communication IV…
* …’All colour had faded from the sky and although the big board by the gate creaked slightly in the night wind, there was no passer-by to read the sharp, hard letters that cut straight as black knives across its … Continue reading
Rockfall – Iain Kelly #writephoto
They had stood there for centuries. As long as anyone could remember the three boulders had sat on the ledge overlooking the small hamlet. That night rain had lashed the hillside, thunder had rumbled and lightning had lit the dark … Continue reading
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Tagged accident, boulder, city, comedy, creative writing, fallen, fiction, flash fiction, hamlet, holiday home, Humor, humour, literature, local, pub, rock, short story, town, village, writing prompt
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Flowers…
There were always flowers. Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast, All lace and diamonds. Long black gloves And painted lips, As she left, laughing. A child who watched As the door closed. There were flowers… Yellow tulips, Cellophane and … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, joy, Life, loss, love, motherhood, womanhood
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Excerpt from “With trolls through the mountains” by Lady Emmeline Graham-Jones – Sarah #writephoto
We had followed the two trolls for several days. It was hard work – resting by day, tracking by night, following them mainly by the noise they made as they pushed through the forest. The native guides were unhappy about … Continue reading
Jewels in the Claw (III) – Steve Tanham
Continued from Part Two The man with the packing case pauses as he passes the place that was the East, the place from which the Queen began her direction of proceedings in this, her favourite palace of Nonsuch, in 1590’s … Continue reading
Stunning ospreys from Trent P. McDonald
Reblogged from Trent’s World: I spent a chunk of the last week in April on Cape Cod. On one of my walks down a Bell’s Neck in Harwich I watched about a half a dozen osprey hunt/fish. I took well … Continue reading
Thursday photo prompt: Fallen #writephoto
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This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo‘s Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge. Fallen Fallen from another world These two angels never their wings unfurled. Fell to earth too fast to recover Lay now,asleep…
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Come to grief – Tallis Steelyard
Reblogged from Tallis Steelyard: It was perhaps ten years ago now. I can remember Ansi Cornwallah working on Stonecutter Wharf. He was a nice young fellow, originally from somewhere near Prae Ducis in Partann. He’d lived in Port Naain for … Continue reading
