Tag: Writing
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Soaring
with green pastures near and unexplored realms beyond one’s imagination soars Sunlight shines where the sunbeams go As the mists of time and its echoes flow Although when serenely floating up on high Thoughts of views and time just idle by Posted in response to Eugenia’s weekly prompt, Soaring. The image isn’t mine. It was…
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DC’s Dawnstar: Conclusion
Dawnstar opened her eyes. She lay on an uncomfortable bed in a white room. Her arms and legs were strapped to the bars at the sides of the bed. Her wings had been pulled down to the ground and clamped into place. She couldn’t move, and could feel a small electrical charge travelling through her…
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DC’s Dawnstar: Correction
Sheila Evans checked her watch as she hurried along Rodderswych Road. 8:05am. The traffic was a lot busier than usual, she noticed, but at least the road was open to traffic again. All of the roads were. She reached the familiar sight of the bus stop, and opened the gate to the garden just behind…
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DC’s Dawnstar: Restrained
“Absolutely remarkable!” Ryan and Kate stood from the sofa as Jacob peered into the eyes of Dawnstar, ignoring everyone else in the room. George walked in and glanced at Mabel, who had also stood from her chair. She frowned as she looked at George, who said nothing. Jacob, with his right hand, gripped Dawnstar’s jaw…
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Embrace
I am a feather, loose. Floating downward, spiralling. Gently riding the breeze. Through the clear. Through the clouds. Over land and water. I am time. Passing through yet standing still. I am joy. Light reflected upon a water’s ripple. A fading echo. A jubilant smile. A thought. Of days gone by; of days to come.…
The Mansionic Perspective 