Thursday photo prompt You see, after all it is coming, as you said it would. All we have to do now is wait. The land is dry. We will wait for the rain, we will wait for more. Then the deluge will come, as you said, once darkness has arrived. As you said.
Thursday photo prompt We are at the crossroad, there is no way back, we have to chose: darkness, or greed, or the Truth. If we chose the Truth we will have to fight. If we chose darkness we will be, finally, hunted down like rats - and we'll deserve it. If we chose greed, … Continue reading Decisions #writephoto
Dark Perhaps it was how it had to be: The landscape reflected his soul, deep in sorrow, For mourning was now the only feeling left... Yet, through the clouds, A sun ray could be seen, Reflected in the calm water of the lake. He thought how deep that water was, Time would tell if … Continue reading Dark #writephoto
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
As I looked up today's prompt... ... I was listening to one of my favourite dark albums, my beloved Katatonia's "Night is The New Day", and, unfathomably, found the lyrics of "day and then the shade" entirely appropriate... i will rise to dreams of freedom and avow to return the treason that came under your … Continue reading Construct #DailyPost #Katatonia
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "180 Degrees." Her calm eyes took the whole group for what it was: a bunch of murderous thugs. She observed the hate, the lust, the most vile desires on their ugly faces: she had plenty of time to reflect, they did not, but they were deluded. What … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: 180 Degrees
The low growl of the city, and this feeble light that does not mean dawn: sleep has evaded me. For I think of you: the multitude, you, who used to count for nothing, but now you do, and they know it. The future belongs to you, a future full of light, full of hope. The darkness, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Darkness
On the old stone, at the corner of the medieval market, he sits, hooded, silent, unapproachable. Children avoid him, fearing the deep pit below the hood: no eyes, no smile to be seen, as if the creature was only darkness. Yet he’s alive, observing, waiting for his time to come.
You receive a gift that is bittersweet and makes you nostalgic. What is it? Photographers, show us GIFT. The City you knew The love you lost The love you found Before darkness fell... Photo: Bouquinistes, ©Joseph Jeiter, 1930
The street is deserted: you said you would be here, in front of the old gate, but there’s no one. Blind windows look down at me in the deepening obscurity of the dying day: I recall the laughter, the chatter of young voices after school, I recall your half open lips, ready for the kiss, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Night