of Stardust and the Beasts
Poetry, prose, stories, and other creative writing experiments.
the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #4 | the Batgirl and Denise
This week it was not Aurelia who had gotten herself into a pickle but the author/narrator herself... We had summer solstice and a few birthdays to celebrate this week, and I genuinely left the story until the last minute because I somehow messed up the days. I thought it was MONDAY!!!! HOW???? WHERE DID TIME GO???? The prompt for the Six Sentence Stories is provided by Denise (yes, the same Denise from the story) and other sixes can be read at the link-up. the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #4 "Hey, Batgirl, you came back," the tender of the bar tried to break the ice and, if I may say so, she had succeeded in getting a shy smile out of the Nervous Poet, who was still trying to figure out why everyone was being so nice to her. Perhaps her skittish nature came from her past experiences...
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Ten Thing of Thankful #8 | Aurelia, Coffee & Creative Joy
Ooh, it's Sunday, and I just remembered that the week is over and I should probably share my Ten Things of Thankful for the week, which has become kind of a ritual for me to show gratitude for the little things in life. Those little things matter because, all together, they make a big thing—if that makes sense, haha. Also, reading all the other authors' thankfuls makes the community feel super tight-knit and alive. It's truly a surge of serotonin at the end of the week. Please do check them out at the link-up! Ten Thing of Thankful #8 First — Six Sentence Story challenges provided by Girlie on the Edge. I wrote my first Six Sentence Story for the blog hop on May 26, 2022; that was shortly...
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #2 | Flammable | Linked to dVerse OLN
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that was originally written in my teens or early adulthood. I think it was fun to revisit some of them and *add additional poetry to the margins*. As I have mentioned, am now sharing them with the dVerse Poets Pub on their Open Link Nights. You can access all the other awesome entries at their link-up. (Authors Note Here) Flammable I wish That my poetry was a flammable fluid With words spilling from my fingertips The smell of petroleum The light of a match Set his world on fire Poetry on the Margins #2 Afterglow I wonder, if words alone could ever set someone on fire. Think — someone pisses you off at workand all you...
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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....
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #4 | His Eyes | Linked to dVerse OLN
The first poem is actually really, really old. It is one of the first ones I published on my old Tumblr as a poem, I believe (I was head over heels smitten with someone, so the feeling is very, very real here). I am linking it up to the dVerse Open Link Night, but...