of Stardust and the Beasts
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the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #2 | the Nervous Poet & the Azure Box
Another week has passed, and we have our Six Sentence Story featuring the Nervous Poet, who accidentally found herself at the Six Sentence Café and Bistro in my last week's entry. The story is a collaborative one, and you can read about the happenings at the café from several perspectives—and discover some other of their work along the way... Here are a few of the writers/blogs involved: the Wakefield Doctrine, inSPIRAtion, Luna's on line, Messymimi's meanderings, and of course we can not forget our hostess of the six-sentence blog hop, Denise at Girlie On The Edge. This week's entries to the six sentence challenge can be found at the link-up, as usual. Please do check them out and perhaps you want to participate too. the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #2 "What the heck do I do now, this...
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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 #4 | His Eyes
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft—a collection of very old poems. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and published. Considering how young I was when I started writing, this one feels especially strange, because at that age, I knew very little about love. (Authors Note) His Eyes His eyes If that was not poetry Written in two words I. Don’t. Do. Poetry Poetry on the Margins #4 First memory Do you remember your very first love?Or an instance of meeting someone for the very first time?Or meeting a pair of eyes as such,depicted in this poem? I wonder if a poemcould carry the whole essence of a person —like their eyes do. I remember my mother telling methat the eyes are...
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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....
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #4 | His Eyes
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft—a collection of very old poems. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and published. Considering how young I was when I started writing, this one feels especially strange, because at that age, I knew very little...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #3 | Immortalized
This reflection is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that stems from an overactive imagination and a speck of emotion. (Authors Note) Immortalized So, Today I wrote a poem Crippled by my fear That he will fade into the cruel passing of time...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #2 | Flammable
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that was originally written in my teens, seems I was a very dramatic writer back then. (Authors Note Here) Flammable And I wish That my poetry was a flammable fluid With words spilling from my...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #1 | the Beginning | Linked to dVerse OLN
The original poetry collected here was written and reshaped from my old work a few years ago. I wanted to see how much my writing style had changed and revisit some of my older work... The first part is the younger me and the second part is a bit older me... If that...