Tag: Writing
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Pins and Needles
Needles and pins: pure tingleness I’ve been inspired to post this ‘piku’ after reading Tilly Bud’s latest post this morning. Then I was inspired to create a piece of abstract art to go along with it. Pins and needles… we’ve all been there at some point. A ‘piku’ is a haiku mixed with the first…
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Lycralad: Beginnings (Part One)
I couldn’t believe that I’d finally, at long last, reached the last day of school. No more having to tolerate Logan Ashstead, or ‘ass-head’, as nobody would call him to his face. He was the vilest bully… even some of the teachers winced when he’d walk into the room, late, and always pushing someone out…
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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…
The Mansionic Perspective 