Tag: Writing
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All Alone?
Silent and peacefulOr so it seemsHome to billionsEach with their dreamsAlone in the UniverseSpinning foreverWe often look outwardsAnd wonder ‘whatever…?’
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Half-baked time saver
I do not believe it! I’m sat here, covered in flour after being batted back and to like a ball in a five hour round of tennis. Round of tennis? Match? Set? Game? Bah! Anyway, I digress. For years, possibly centuries it seems that long, the local councils around here – and transport corporations (as…
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The land that no one remembers
The gateway to dreamsOf escape…Of faraway places…Of mysticism and intrigue…Magic and enchantment…Civilisation lostFolklore extinctLegends long forgotten…Yet ruins remain.And with those ruins new stories are born.Ancient echoes have new life.Once found, that is: in the land that no one remembers.
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Left Hanging
I’m feeling a little like Mae West when she was left hanging off the Empire State Building. Well, she wasn’t actually hanging off of the building, he was. The big gorilla monster thingy that had hold of her. Was it Mae West? Fay Wray. I’m feeling like Fay Wray when she was left hanging off…
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