Tag Archives: Life

Avenue – Hayley R. Hardman #writephoto

It was too late to go back, Saly realised. She had meandering around the park without thinking. Now, she was at the far side where park met meadows and farming fields. Casting around, she spotting a bench and slipping the … Continue reading

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Avenue of Peace – Iain Kelly #writephoto

And now the light at the end of the avenue calls, the journey almost complete. At one end, back that way, new seeds are growing, young saplings stretching from the earth to which I must return. Once young myself, I … Continue reading

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Spring – Em- #writephoto

Em walked down the avenue, the fresh leaves of the spring bringing a small smile to her lips. The green leaves, the soft chirps of the birds around her was bringing a newfound joy within her. The spring did great … Continue reading

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Guest post: Award winning fiction from Kaye Park Hinckley

2018 WINNER OF THE INDEPENDENT PRESS AWARD IN RELIGIOUS FICTION THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE CORN: MEMOIRS OF A SCOTS IRISH WOMAN Kaye Park Hinckley Love and hate, life and death, trust, betrayal, and the ‘always hovering’ choice to forgive, … Continue reading

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Dreaming

I dreamed you last night. You were the heart that listened to my fears, Comforting the pain with tea and tissues And attentive ears. You were there with me as I faced them, Slaying them one by one, with logic … Continue reading

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Rather, a Neanderthal?… Stuart France

* If it were true that we had evolved and progressed and were still continuing to do so… Continue reading at Stuart France

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Odyssian Airs… Stuart France

* The spirit most resmbles a stomach. Its intent is always the assimilation of new experience, according to its digestive capacity. * The free spirit, that discarder of cloaks and masks, is endowed with brutal honesty. * Continue reading at … Continue reading

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