Tag: Creations
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Mystic Springs
Emeralda looked out through the bay window to the road outside. A rather well kept street on the whole, she thought, looking across the road to the houses opposite. Number one had the tree in the garden, and, on the branch that reached out across the road, she could see Tuppence, one of number three’s…
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The Silence. The Darkness. The Void.
Sleep is mere seconds awayEyelids heavy, arms and legs leadenClose by sounds are distantDistant sounds are echoesEchoes are whispersWhispers are shadowsShadows of soundBreathing is shallowShallow… yet deep…Deep… and slow…Slow…As…Relaxation… Takes control…Determined.Effortless.Necessary.The Silence.The Darkness.The Void. All together Welcome.
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… fancy a writing challenge?
OK, first of all, this post has nothing to do with yesterday’s post at all. The title seemed to carry on well with it, so I thought why not. And the post yesterday was, in a roundabout way, to do with connections. So, this post is kind of connected to yesterday’s post by that virtue.…
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What’s that knocking?
When night time comesAnd darkness fallsWith silence all aroundI settle downAnd try to sleepBut can’t due to a soundA gentle tappingNo – strong rapping!Is coming from my doorI’m wrong againIt’s beneath me nowA knocking from the floor The rooms belowAre all aloneFor I’m here by myselfAnd I’m not so sureThat was what I sawWhen the…
The Mansionic Perspective 