He has been in so many places, but he is amazed when he discovers that she has too. Delighted, they start talking at once about their various experiences. As the days start getting longer, they walk, and talk, then go to his small room to continue their conversation. She’s in love with Italian cities, Verona, … Continue reading Before Dawn
Thursday photo prompt She read the legend under the picture: "the image shows a clouded sky beneath a full moon. There is a wordless sign showing only a pointed hat, of the kind often worn by wizards…" How strange she thought, how and when had they managed to take this shot? The full … Continue reading Sign #writephoto
Weekly Writing Prompt #156 What to ask of the waning Moon? Where to watch the drifting Sands? Passing Soul, I will pursue You to the ending Time... Image: Michael Najjar, Sands of Mars, source: wired.com
Luna A small voice in darkness... And now, the light through the curtains: The moon has appeared, clouds gone, Is it late, or is it early? Have we lost the dream? Or is the moon guiding us to a new world, half awake?
The Prompt For some days I have been deep in Neal Stephenson's Seveneves, perhaps one of the most daunting reads of the past decade. I intend to review the novel on my Goodreads page, but for now, suffice to say that sounds have a role in that astounding saga of the end, and rebirth, of … Continue reading Sound #DailyPrompt #WritersWednesday
There is plenty. Of everything: history, people, murders, treacheries, wars, horror and beauty. The world is a lush stage for the writer: a space where subjects abound, where heroes, villains, creators, liars, assassins wear the most amazing camouflages. Over all this, the dream machines reign supreme. The last man on Mars, the destruction of the … Continue reading Lush #DailyPrompt #amwriting
Friday's Prompt The clouds came with the giant moon, as if to hide us, humans, from the glare of its pitiless light. At the corner of our street workers rush home, to warmth, love and a well deserved rest. Friday night is for joy, dancing, the smiles of lovers, the hopes of poets, and, later, … Continue reading Mythical #DailyPost #FaustCity
They approach slowly, through the landscape of rocks and dust, their steps forever silent. It is as was written: the crater pocked by the impact of smaller asteroids, through millennia, and the uniform grey dust. Their leader holds the white torch high, in their radio they have heard: The slow rumble, punctuated with short burst … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Forgotten
Language evolves. The meaning of a word can shift over time as we use it differently — think of “cool,” “heavy,” or even “literally.” Today, give a word an evolutionary push: give a common word a new meaning, explain it to us, and use it in the title of your post. Yes, I have paged … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Morphing ~ You Have Been Paged!
The orb of the giant moon was disappearing on the cold horizon, soon the icy shadows would fall: they were alone, many parsecs from their kind, on the vast silvery planet. But for them there would be no rest, their great bodies would continue to work through the long night: they were builders, never to … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Devotion