Tag: Writing
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What does a whisper look like?
I’ve been playing with words again this morning, trying to come up with a visual illustration for a whisper. No, I’ve not lost my mind or anything, it’s for this week’s Illustration Friday theme. And yes, I know that I’ve only just done one, but we’ve had another Friday since then so we’re now in…
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Roses and Violets
Roses are… Gwyneth thought whilst trying to find the most beautiful thing that she could in her vast collection of cheap artificial flowers and unusual wotnots. Red violets…? Very unusual, she thought, haphazardly, whilst rummaging through the large wooden crate, suddenly realising their colour had actually ran. Argh, blue…! She despaired as her hands and…
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Delicious Heat
I wasn’t prepared for the heat. It was a dry, sticky heat that lingered just a little longer than it really should have done, even when I moved into a cooler place. I had to move constantly, but the heat seemed to follow me, and catch up. Beads of sweat on my forehead did nothing…
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Pesky Meteorites!
Oh, I don’t know! It’s absolutely shocking that one can’t take a moment out of one’s evening, and slip away to the privacy of one’s bathroom for a moment’s contemplation. There I was, contemplating, when my thoughts were dashed by an eerie screeching noise… actually, it was more like a continual crackle, like many thousand…
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Bah, Humbug! It’s Valentine’s!
“Valentine’s what?” one of my teachers would have said to me centuries ago when I was in school, if I’d have dared write something as I did the header of today’s post. “I’m waiting!” She would have glared over her thick-rimmed glasses, steam bellowing out of her nostrils individually. Bony fingers tapping the wooden desk…
The Mansionic Perspective 