Not sure how to participate? The deed is done, my dear, so there is nothing to hold us back: we shall return to the City, among the youth, and the ghosts, and the walls full of memories. We will walk along the canal, remembering Rosa, and the heroes of the revolution, we will walk along … Continue reading Voyage #TheDailyPost
Sarah
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...
#Promptbox: Clouds
Since they’d settled in the city, by now he has almost forgotten when that was, he rarely thinks of the old town. Only in Spring, as the resurgence of colours, the clothes of women in the street, and the smiles on children’s faces, made him long for a past of peace and smallness, when himself … Continue reading #Promptbox: Clouds
#FiveSentenceFiction: Bedtime
Sarah could not sleep, never did when she was flying. Most passengers had abandoned their films or books, next to her, the beloved husband was deep in dreams, the attractive and cherished face twitching from time to time. They were now over Greenland, the icy landscape, far below, lit by a frigid moonlight through scattered clouds. It … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Bedtime
Six Word Story Challenge: Garden #6WSC #WritersWednesday
Hers: Hidden, but no less enticing...
Daily Prompt: Something So Strong
Tell us the origin story of your best friend. How did you become friends? What is it that keeps your friendship rockin’ after all these years? I never met anyone like her: a poet who's good at motorcycle maintenance, an athlete whose soul is close to the angels... But maybe she's an angel? Rarely we … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Something So Strong
#WritersWednesday: Helga holds the #Pen
My name is Helga, sometimes spelt "Elga", for reasons that I leave to the Reader to discover. I am a medical doctor, exactly a specialist in mental health, and one of the most ambiguous characters in this strange piece of writing titled "The Page". There, I appear in turn as an alien creature, leading a … Continue reading #WritersWednesday: Helga holds the #Pen
#FWF: Gratitude
Long Summer evenings In the City of our love, tree-lined streets Girls on black bicycles, No fear: notes on posts Voluptuous lips Silken Thighs ~ Ecstasy without end: Forever Image: Chemise de Nuit, by Mina 1983 Related Articles #FWF Free Write Friday; Gratitude (terry1954.wordpress.com) Circle of Life - FWF Prompt (poetscornerblog.wordpress.com) # FWF Gratitude, … Continue reading #FWF: Gratitude
In Berlin (in five sentences…)
I drove carefully along your highways, approaching your centre as one approaches a very beautiful woman, a little tensed, perhaps apprehensive at the thought of your contemptuous stare... How quiet were your tree-lined streets, how beautiful Viktoria park in the late Summer light, and how radiant your smile when you open your door, my adored … Continue reading In Berlin (in five sentences…)
Daily Prompt: Earworm ~ #WritersWednesday ~
Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week. As Gorgeous and I finalise our summer plan, the lyrics of the Bravest Man and the voice of Bobby Womack are following my steps through the day... "In the universe Is … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Earworm ~ #WritersWednesday ~
Of Glass & Paper 