Thursday photo prompt It's lonely up here, one doesn't meet humans too often, mostly the locals are ravens and rabbits and moles, and the occasional eagle. But I like it, this is my place, where I dream, and remember. There are sweet memories, and also dark and stormy ones. Yes, there is a storm … Continue reading Storm #writephoto
Ghost
Forgotten #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt No, we haven't forgotten: through this gate we walked, you and I, when the wall was new, the grass so green, and the sky so clear. We believed, the future was a wide alley, bordered with roses, your hand in mine, our eyes to the horizon. Then came the clouds, and … Continue reading Forgotten #writephoto
The Green Meadow #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #150 We lie on the meadow, a mid-summer dream, High above the woods, a large bird soars to the deep blue sky: we have seen the mark, the proof that she was there, among us, our dearest ghost... Photo: Medway valley, ©2014 Honoré Dupuis
Mists #writephoto
Mists The ground was frozen, and as he looked up at the pale disc of their star, recognising the landscape in the mists, inhaling the air, he remembered the desert, the infinite sand, the temples in the dunes. He was back. After all these years. Who would recognise him now? He had been a … Continue reading Mists #writephoto
More gold… #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #118 He was buying, and all this gold he would bury, deep in the cellar of the ghost's house, the one he had bought, shortly after his trial. He would have his revenge, but, for now, feeling no cold, nor the pinch of hunger, he would sit at his desk, from dawn … Continue reading More gold… #fivewords
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The Prompt So many faces, so many objects, coming to us from the past; some strangely familiar, others, forever enigma, forged by minds we cannot decipher, or from individuals so distant in time that their language is forgotten. We parse, think, and chose, the ones we can retain, remember, the ones that inspire us, or invite us … Continue reading Filter
#FiveSentenceFiction: Falling
At their school she had a poor reputation: a girl who "went" with men, and of course, he could not care less, what he felt was her kindness, the softness of her lips, the smile he wanted to drown into... Later, much later, he looked for her, without realising it, he was now a writer, and … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Falling
Ghosts in the City #WritersWednesday
They walk, silent and invisible, through the crowd of passersby, only seeing that today the living are outnumbering the dead. She smiles at him, a smile that would have sent him to paradise, not long ago: he smiles back, they get closer, and once again they become each other, one spirit. They follow their preferred … Continue reading Ghosts in the City #WritersWednesday
#FiveSentenceFiction: Devotion
"True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself." ~ Henry Miller (Quoted by Una Tentazione) In his sleep Melissa was talking to him about higher mathematics, about the marvels she was learning with her new teacher. Her new interest in physics amazed him, his recollection … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Devotion
#WritersWednesday: 17 October – Back to School
She said she would meet me in the old town, so we planned to stop there on the return journey from Italy. Very little had changed in the centre of town. I explained to Sarah that I would meet Mel near my old school: this was after all our old ground, twenty years back. Sarah … Continue reading #WritersWednesday: 17 October – Back to School
Of Glass & Paper 