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Freddy opened the small canvas-seated fishing stool his grandson had bought him five Christmases back and set it firmly on the woodland floor. From his satchel he pulled out his props – a sketch pad and pencil. The fabric creaked … Continue reading
I wasn’t sure about answering Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt this week. Since moving, time seems always in short supply and the wordcount is high. Moreover, though I rake through my mind, nothing crops up… unlike the weeds in my new … Continue reading
He asked me which I’d rather see, the sun or the clouds. I said clouds. And so he gusted up a storm and blew the thick clouds over me.
Ursula aka Junior Ursula, well-formed and sleek Sensuously rounded Strong limbed in muscle and bone, coordination finely honed Silken hair glossy black, thick down her back Eyes liquid pools, deep, hot and inviting yet cool Swift and supple, dextrous and … Continue reading
Who would suspect him, a monk ten years in holy orders?Although he had already lived 150. His weapon of choice?Not a blade or poison.A chord of increasing volume.Delivered within a Gregorian chant.Crescendo. 37 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: … Continue reading
It was Adam began it. Look around you, said the Lord, at the trees, the flowers, the fruits in this garden. What will you name them? For without a name, you cannot know them. Then the Lord said, look around … Continue reading
“Look at them.” “Look at who?” “Them. The humans. Litter-dropping, nose-picking, smelly-farting…” “Hey, you, lay off them. They feed us, don’t they?” “Can’t stand them. Always putting us into pigeon holes.”
Wayward! Wayward? That’s what they said.Wayward, because I wouldn’t follow where they led.Wayward, because I took a different route.Wayward, as if I were a woodland brute.Wayward, because I walked a different way.Wayward! And now I wait for break of dayWhen … Continue reading
Old man? But he would be old if he had lived; he was older than me. “I’ll be waiting for you right here,” he said every time we parted. “Even if I die, I shall still wait here for you.” … Continue reading