Tag: Writing
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On the way here, a long long time ago…
Time. One thing we have plenty of yet always need more of. I’m still caught up in a whirlwind right now, with time intermittently speeding itself up and slowing itself down again. Within this turmoil, I’m trying to hold the whole fabric of time and space together by bridging this ever widening and ever shrinking…
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I say You may, I may
You may think things are not so good, I may disagree…You may think of yourself as ugly, I may think you are beautiful…You may think I am beautiful, I may not agree…You may have something to say, I may listen…You may want your own space, I may not notice…You may be interested in writing, I…
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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…
The Mansionic Perspective 