Tag: Writing
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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 one that got away
The dark. The cool. The shade. It’s late. I’m alone. Footsteps ahead.I hide. Crouching silently. Waiting patiently.Twigs crack. Birds squawk. Eyes narrow.I watch. I stare.It’s now. Or never.I stretch. I pounce. I reach. I flex. I grab.I miss.Next time. I’ll feed.I’m hungry.
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Unfinishe
I’ve been doing a little clearing out today, and have been surprised by the amounts of unfinished things I have lying around. I don’t normally write my posts for my blog in the WordPress thingy, I use Windows Live Writer instead, so I can format, add colour, jazz up pictures etcetera. Oh, by the way…
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Black is back
It’s back!It’s Back!The black is back! The back is black!The black; the black back is back. Ack. It’s one of those nights…
The Mansionic Perspective 