Daily Archives: October 21, 2019

Bad hair day… from the archives

I know I shouldn’t go to bed with damp hair, but honestly, at that time of night who wants to faff around with a hairdryer? I had been determined to get a shower after work, one way or the other, … Continue reading

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The Calling ~ Trent P. McDonald #Writephoto

“Who’s there?” William Smith opened the door a crack, letting the howling wind sweep through the small room carrying a drift of snow with it. Only the storm answered with its continued roar, sometimes louder, sometimes softer. William slammed the … Continue reading

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Being Haunted… A True Story in Time for Halloween ~ Susie Lindau

Reblogged from Susie Lindau’s Wild Ride: Most think being haunted requires a creaky old house where a person died unexpectedly. The shock of a fall, suicide, or murder traps them between our world and the next. They believe these lost … Continue reading

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Calling ~ Neha #writephoto

Sometimes, amidst the chaos of a storm, you hear your calling, as clear as the heartbeat within you, Continue reading at Forgotten Meadows

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Alethea Kehas #writephoto

Strength reigns through the barren land of naked limbs exposed to time Without adornment horns lift the true self and eyes peer through darkness Continue reading at The Light Behind the Story

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Children of Ra

The noon sun beat down upon the land without mercy. Ra was incensed. He, the greatest of the gods was a cuckold. Nut had been unfaithful to him. He stormed through the palace, seeking his recalcitrant wife. He found her … Continue reading

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Cal’s Calling ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

The heavy snow deadened the sound of the forest. Despite the swirling snowfall, there was a stillness. Cal lay on the soft ground, his eye press to the sight, his ungloved finger around the trigger, the rifle caressed against his … Continue reading

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Revealed #midnighthaiku

* Land stripped winter-bare Uncovering its secrets Revealing glory *  

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