Month: October 2017

A Dark Art (short story)

This one didn’t scream. I was kinda disappointed, you know? I had set the scene perfectly, just as I outlined yesterday. A sumptuous bed of blonde hay spread across the hard ground of the barn. I’m not sure she appreciated my efforts to keep her skirts clean though. Ungrateful wench. I didn’t bother sprinkling the…

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A small scene…

“I am so sick of sex,” I muttered as I trudged up the front steps of our ranch house. “What?” The incredulous exclamation had me spinning around to face my husband. “I must’ve heard you wrong, I could have sworn you said…” He shook his head. “I’m sick of sex,” I repeated with a smile.…

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caught a whiff of my childhood home this afternoon – cattle truck drove by

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The Search For Inspiration

Silvanna coughed and spluttered as she climbed out of the picture, dripping water all over her antique wooden desk. The other muses, some working hard at their own desks, others chatting, all turned to the back of the room to stare at her. Silvanna flopped down on top of the picture in the puddle of…

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A figurative language exercise

Finally, I was safe. I savoured the refreshingly cool taste of freedom. The realisation that I could relax, could be myself for a short time, was sweet. I lay back, my aches and pains cushioned by a bed of clover and dandelions. The night reached out a warm hand to stroke my forehead and far…

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Tropes

I’ve finally had a chance today to go through my emails today and I’m checking out the books recommended to me by the sites that send me ebook deals.  It made me think about the tropes that I do and don’t like to read. I should clarify, I read romance novels almost exclusively.  I occasionally…

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Untitled

She dressed simple concepts in gowns of watered silk and elegance, then stripped them bare. I whimpered as she wrapped her arms around me and spoke of forgiveness and metaphorical tapestries.

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Brain-dump

Originally posted on Learning to love the silence:
Stand on a street corner A sign around my neck “Would you like to read my poetry?” Seeking instant gratification, Without wifi connection. (I wrote most of it while gazing In deep contemplation Of my possibly expanding midriff.) Excuse me while I rehearse 14 lines of free…

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