Sunday’s Mini Saga Challenge #6 There are many worlds, but only a few we can see, and hold, as it were, like air balloons, in one hand. But we also see so many stars, through the night, beyond the clouds. So we wonder: why are we here, and are we alone? Such a beautiful mystery...
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Escape #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #119 Startled, he tried to escape from the depth of the dream. The loud shriek had been real, but did he have any right to jump in this grim reality? After all, this was not his war... Soon, he would be back to sleep, And his inner peace. Image: Von yumikrum … Continue reading Escape #fivewords
Translate #SaturdayPrompt #fifty
The Prompt In the dark corridor she could not see the enemy, only hear her breath: she would have to translate the faint sounds, guess at her position, the distance from her arm, the wrist that held the dagger. Her own move would decide, life or death, victory or defeat. Image: Dark Corridor
Pain #WritersWednesday #fifty
Immobile, his thoughts a long, grey meandering: pain boosts his melancholy - a writer's block in reverse... For there is much new to express, and so many ways to exercise style! For sitting is now a torture, slow and methodical, preventing art for art, but still imagining horizons ready for discovery. Image: Chapel of Saint … Continue reading Pain #WritersWednesday #fifty
#DailyPrompt: Dictionary… #150words
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Dictionary, Shmictionary." Time to confess: tell us about a time when you used a word whose meaning you didn’t actually know (or were very wrong about, in retrospect). I told you, the day we first met. "I don't believe you" you said in reply, smiling. Of course, … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Dictionary… #150words
Blackwidow #WritersWednesday #mourning #fifty
We were here, together, not long ago, and you said you liked the place. Restful and quiet, you said. And now, watching the fresh grave, my eyes dry, I am wondering if you really left. And she, silent, black-clad, is already in mourning, perhaps your true widow, unlike me, faithful...
#VisDare 70: Aloft #Fifty
In my mind I see you dancing, fireflies in the cloudy sky. Who are you: ghosts from a hidden past, forgotten dreams? In the warm air you climb, perhaps ascending slowly to join the mothership? Where you come from, I am sure, must be different from here: a secret world...
#FiveSentenceFiction: Dazzles #Fifty
I try to concentrate on our work: you the model, I, the painter. Yet what goes through this mind, what dreams are born and destroyed, what illicit fantasies stimulate this imagination? What pain tortures this body? For art is the opposite of love. Art is the dark killer of illusions. Image: Saori Taira, via Tohjiro
#Fifty: Obsession
His mind was set long ago: to please her, to make himself the indispensable lover. He knows his way, the meaning of her scent. His, is the gentleness, the patience, the obedience of a true believer. Hers, the certainty of finding the summit, of savouring love in all its glory.
#FiveSentenceFiction: Innocence #Valley #Fifty
The scenery was breathtaking: the glacier, eons back, had done amazing work. She looked around the valley: she would apply herself, and try to be worth her inheritance. Her mind seized a smooth boulder, moved the rock a few meters down the slope... Smiling, she embraced the stream... Such power...
Of Glass & Paper 