of Stardust and the Beasts
Poetry, prose, stories, and other creative writing experiments.
the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #3 | the Nervous Poet’s Return
My third walk-in to the wonderful collaborative world of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro. If you are here for the first time, the prompts for our weekly Six Sentence Story entries are provided by Denise, aka Girlie On the Edge, and at the link-up you can find the work of many other authors, including the weekly additions to the SSC&B world. Do check them out. There are many kinds of writers there and maybe you find one you like. Also, this week I seriously struggled with grammar, as in Estonian we have slightly different rules for writing dialogue (which is also why I usually avoid them), so pardon me if there is something weird; it may be that I made some mixeroos, haha. Also, if anyone wonders where my tendency to write sentences that are entire paragraphs comes from, I was...
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Ten Thing of Thankful #4 | Passing Uni Exams & Summer Break
It has been a few weeks since my last Ten Thing of Thankful entry. As some people may already know, I was very busy with university and the exam period, which is why I was absent from this blog-hop for two weeks. Anyway, if you enjoy reading about gratitude and gratefulness, you can find the other participants at the link-up. Ten Thing of Thankful #4 First — as I already mentioned in my six-sentence story intro, I passed the math test. It was the one course that I was scared of not passing. However, somehow with the last test I managed to score 24 points out of 30 which, if you knew me and how bad I have been at math... is an achievement on its own (the first test two months prior was...
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #5 | Insanity
This piece of poetry from Margins of the First Draft is one of those poems that makes me feel as if I can’t write anymore, as if I’ve lost some childish part of myself that once had a vivid imagination. I feel like life has dulled me and my writing has become boring. (Authors Note ) Insanity So, can you see now That I have lost my mind The sea of emotion has swallowed me whole And oh sweet mother of mine Can you tell Your daughter doesn’t want to emerge Poetry on the Margins #5 Love of the Mother Dear mom,I know that you wanted to save me and hold me in the pouts of my deepest depression.Yet, I have been lucky enough to have felt life to the extentthat on some daysall I wanted to do was to...
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #9 | Expectation
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—a piece about the courage to feel, to love without demands, and to say it out loud. P.S. Looking at this many years after its creation feels a little awkward—where has the drama in my writing gone? I used to...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #8 | The Meeting
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft. I had an idea when I actually collected the original poems together. They were supposed to tell a whole story all together and I wonder if anyone even noticed haha. I wonder where this original plot even came...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #7 | Lust
Part of my poetry collection Margins of the First Draft — Nr 7 was written when I was 14 I believe, at such age I was so serious already and writing about love and desire as if I was an old woman already. (Authors Note) Lust And maybe We could Share a kiss or two, Let...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #6 | a Prayer
This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now. (Authors Note) a Prayer Here I lay In the darkness of my room Praying to all the Gods that I know That someday, Somewhere, Someway We can meet each other And...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #5 | Insanity
This piece of poetry from Margins of the First Draft is one of those poems that makes me feel as if I can’t write anymore, as if I’ve lost some childish part of myself that once had a vivid imagination. I feel like life has dulled me and my writing has become boring....