Tag Archives: grief

The small dog’s obsession

The small dog had a special ball She loved with all her heart, She groomed it, chased it, cared for it As though they’d never part. *  But one sad day it disappeared Into the distant field, A thorough search … Continue reading

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Inside-out by D. Wallace Peach #writephoto

“You will wed Nallea,” Lord Rydan commanded. “It is already agreed. This is not a lad’s game.” “She’s seven!” “In eight years, she will be fifteen. I will not argue this with you.” “I don’t know her. I have no … Continue reading

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The Derwent Valley

The car once more full to bursting, ready for the long drive south, and my companions either back at work or heading for the airport, I went to collect Nick from the hostel, ready for a morning in the hills. … Continue reading

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How Long the Horizon by Craig Towsley#writephoto

All he could do, was, reach out. But his arms could not bridge the gap to heaven so he built a monument. An accusing finger, pointing to god. Yearning for a reciprocating digit, but never finding such a thing. Sunrise made … Continue reading

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Guest writer: Tric Kearney – Chancer

I’m a writer…Really? “Hi, I’m Tric, (pronounced Trish), I live in Ireland and I’m a writer.” There’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever written that before and it’s made me smile, because as I hear myself say ‘I’m a … Continue reading

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Hidden tales

A veil of silence closes around the stories of my day. They are stories of love, and of loss, and of the heartache that we each experience at some point in our lives. Of the tragedies played out behind staid … Continue reading

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Empty  by Trent P. McDonald #writephoto

I awoke at dawn, as always, even though his alarm obviously didn’t go off.  I wasn’t hungry, so I did my morning walk through the wisps of the dying fog on getting up.  Breakfast could wait. The fields, ever my … Continue reading

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