Tag: Writing
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DC’s Dawnstar: Depths
Dawnstar heard the now familiar click of the door downstairs. She sat cross-legged atop the soft bed, in the centre. She unfolded her wings, and allowed them to hang loosely over the bed. She vigorously rubbed her hands together over the saucer of dried granules, focussing intently on the heat being generated. She gently blew…
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To and Fro
Tho’ time hast its own agenda And the space around us narrows The Universe continues expanding outwards In life’s works its spanner throws Where ups and downs meet ins and outs As circles spiral onwards And toing and froing interact Yet all helped by looking forwards Look back for lessons Ahead for hope And now…
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DC’s Dawnstar: Trapped
“Yes, that’s right. The plumber will call round on Thursday morning and fit your washer. What was that? Yes. I see. Ah, no… not now. Mention it to him when he’s there, and he’ll take a look. Charge? Just ask him before, he’ll let you know. He may be able to fix it for you…
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DC’s Dawnstar: Dawning
She looked up at the sky through the hole she’d created. Clouds were covering the pale blue quickly; the rains were coming. Looking at the sky, she remembered her home on Starhaven, and the arc from the galaxy centre that shone brightly from the dusk hours and throughout the night. She remembered the bright orange…
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DC’s Dawnstar: Assessing
Her shoulders ached. The left side of her body too. Her wings ached most of all. She heard voices coming from outside of the room – a strange language; familiar, yet ancient. She opened her eyes and looked around. A man slept on a seat opposite. Looking further around the room, she saw it comfortably…
The Mansionic Perspective 