Thursday photo prompt "Those stones don't belong to our time, they exist here only in our minds..." I hear the words, I see the mist, I wish I could go back. "You don't need to, just wait for this veil to be lifted in the sunshine, then you will see, the true spirits dancing, … Continue reading Dance #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Over the years I learned to love this place, its calm, the view over the plain, and the mesa. There is a roof above my head, not that I mind the rain, or the snow, mind you. I have no other visitors than birds and small rodents, the occasional fox. Once … Continue reading Otherworldly #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Subdued, we wonder: is this a new dawn, the beginning of our futures? Or is it merely our memory, our longing, for how beautiful it was, long ago, Before we arrived...
Watcher The moor already wears its autumn veil, and, soon, we will be home. I know what you will say, when we walk up the hill, towards the place we have chosen for our retreat. "Look! He's waiting for us, he's there, can you see him?" But I know that only you can see … Continue reading Watcher #writephoto
Turrets When we left - how long ago was it? - it was summer. As we look over the tall trees, disappearing through the dark, icy air, we know that, here, wherever "here" is, it's winter. But we don't feel the cold, we just know it is. Through the foliage covered with snow, the … Continue reading Turrets #writephoto
The Prompt Each day some words appear on the page, tentative, surrounded in mist, as if those words emerged from a cloudy landscape, as yet unformed. Summoning a clean page let the characters know: they are not alone, more life is being breathed into their world, a genesis. Their impatience is a testimony to their … Continue reading Clean #amwriting
They emerge from the mist, slowly, their shapes and faces only taking colours once the first sun rays appear: they look hesitant, perhaps a little shy. They are not alone, small nebulae surround them: their memories, their secrets, their hopes, often encrypted, not yet readable. They don't speak, they appear to listen, to … Continue reading From the mist #WritersWednesday
She had much talent, at imitating people, acting the impossible, in turn the clown and the seductress, her smile an inescapable charm. How well I remember her, and the hours, the long walks, the mist of the days, the early morning smell of coffee, the magic of love... How I wish to live those happy years again, … Continue reading 3VisD #1 (NaNo ’14) #WritersWednesday