Tag: Writing
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Hunters
Silently, they breathe Watching patiently; waiting Soon, the hunt begins (…Continuing the Firewolves Legend…)
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Wordle: Angel’s Paradise
I can hear them. I hear them laugh. Sometimes, I hear them weep, Which is a shock within this tranquil realm. The clearest blue sky with the fluffiest white clouds, Where all kinds of plants and flowers grow A gentle brook flows And a pleasant warmth surrounds.A flutter of wings makes me turn My spirits…
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The Wednesday Wordcloud: Starstruck
Emotions soar Transfixed by the fluid dancer Again and again flowing this way and that Creating surreal shapes Telling silent tales Emitting starlight And not for the first time this century I bake
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Echoes
Through the mists of time Echoes appear as shadows; Memories abound Time. One of the great healers.
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Inperfectly Restles
Fnigers, my Inner Typist, is getting restles. I can feel it when I’m writing, typing, and now painting. There’s an urge – a surge even – for my fingers to go off and do their own thing. I know that Fingers is trying to take over as I’ll attempt to type the letter ‘L’, for…
