Tag Archives: story

#Writephoto: Gold by Willow

Posted on April 2, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Rachel and Lisa spent a quiet morning on the beach the sound of the waves and the mild weather cleared their heads. They talked about their lives, silently by telepathy. Anyone walking along the beach would of seen a pregnant … Continue reading →

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Considering White-Skunk III… Stuart France

Posted on April 1, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* That White-Skunk possess power is not in doubt. Bald-Eagle himself is wary of it. The point at issue is the uses to which that power is put. White-Skunk uses his power as a weapon to serve his own ends … Continue reading →

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Mother of all Living… Stuart France

Posted on March 31, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* The Spirit planted a garden on its holy mountain in the east. It was sown with trees whose fruits were blazing jewels: diamond, sapphire, and agate, emerald, sardonyx and cornelian, opal, beryl, and topaz, malachite, garnet and amethyst. * … Continue reading →

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Considering White-Skunk II… Stuart France

Posted on March 30, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* Winged creatures are almost universally regarded as symbols of spirituality. Is there any evidence to regard them as such in this tale? Bald-Eagle has fire. Meadow-Lark has far sight. Rice-Bird can play dead. Not a bad ‘trawl’. * * … Continue reading →

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A mysterious discovery by Neel Anil Panicker #writephoto

Posted on March 29, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Anita loved her early morning walks. It helped that her house was the last abutting the forested area that stretched out over more than a few acres and beyond leading up to the river. She would wake up at the … Continue reading →

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The Empty by Ellen Best #writephoto

Posted on March 29, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Remnants of yesterdays bonfire smolder on the bank, barbed wire posts too damp to burn are propped at angles like skeletons legs. The wind whips my hair across pinkend cheeks, wipes drops from moist eyes as I trudge aimlessly across … Continue reading →

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Exit in Trance… Suart France

Posted on March 29, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* …Face of moving water Breathing in water The water a breathing face… * Today I will speak to you For, today, we hold a race A sprint to the death Whose spirit yields to the swiftest The fleetest of … Continue reading →

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Considering White-Skunk… Stuart France

Posted on March 28, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* The Opening dynamic resembles the ‘Edenic’ in so far as a prohibition is transgressed… ‘Do not eat from that tree, for you shall surely die.’ ‘Do not cross the lodge, for you shall leave a stench.’ * …And there … Continue reading →

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White-Skunk seeks medicine IX… Stuart France

Posted on March 26, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* … After leaving Skunk, Young-Wolf had overtaken his brothers and told them that, “Skunk was carrying a poor Rice-Bird in his back-pack.” They all came back down the valley looking for Skunk. They heard his stick-game song and crept … Continue reading →

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White-Skunk seeks medicine VIII… Stuart France

Posted on March 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* … Once Rice-Bird’s whistle could no longer be heard, Skunk soon forgot his fear. He came to a shady place. “Ah, this would be a good place to play the stick-game,” thought Skunk. He gathered some chunks of rotten … Continue reading →

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