I wanted to post this one warm and raw. This week’s six-sentence story feels more like a poem, and I was afraid that if I sat with it any longer, I’d over-refine it into something it isn’t. So it’s a bit of a crossbreed... an experiment for the blog hop or something...
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Six Sentence Story #12 | Prompt Word: SWING
It seems I had forgotten how the weekly six-sentence story prompts work… Last week, I thought I was late for the blog hop and ended up posting with the same prompt word as this time. The story itself can be found here. The weekly writing challenge is hosted by...
Six Sentence Story #11 | Prompt Word: SWING, FLOAT
On a Sunday evening I found myself thinking that I had been wanting to return to my blog, and also to writing prompts again. Unfortunately the link-up for the Six-Sentence Story ends on Saturday evening, so I was a little late for the blog hop part. Still, I wrote...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #3 | Immortalized | Linked to dVerse OLN
This is yet another old piece of poetry from the first Margins collection, where I glued together some of my older poems with a newer reflection... I'm linking it up at the dVerse Open Link Night, where many poets showcase their craft. You can access all the entries...
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...
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...
Six Sentence Story #10 | Prompt Word: BOOKMARK
The smell of cinnamon in the room, a burnt candle on the bedside table, an empty bottle of Shiraz on the floor beside the ivory bed, and finally… a lady clutching onto a tattered book while tangled in her silken sheets with a tear running down her cheek.
Six Sentence Story #9 | Prompt Word: COFFEE
I prayed that the wooden floorboards wouldn’t creak under my weight as I got out of the bed, because God knows that hell had no fury like her majesty awoken suddenly from her slumber.
Six Sentence Story #8 | Prompt Word: EXCHANGE
She could feel that something was wrong with the way the wind made her skin crawl as she teetered out from the bar onto the small alleyway leading to her home and she felt almost as if there, in the dark, were a pair of eyes watching her every move.
Six Sentence Story #7 | Prompt Word: LABYRINTH
At night, when Ember lies down in her bed and listens to the rain softly running down her skylights she travels the worlds unknown to men.
Tonight was no exception; she was running in a maze to find her prince, a man she hardly knew but a face he had.
Six Sentence Story #13 | With Prompt Word: MARCH
I wanted to post this one warm and raw. This week’s six-sentence story feels more like a poem, and I was afraid that if I sat with it any longer, I’d over-refine it into something it isn’t. So it’s a bit of a crossbreed... an experiment for the blog hop or something...
Six Sentence Story #12 | Prompt Word: SWING
It seems I had forgotten how the weekly six-sentence story prompts work… Last week, I thought I was late for the blog hop and ended up posting with the same prompt word as this time. The story itself can be found here. The weekly writing challenge is hosted by...
Six Sentence Story #11 | Prompt Word: SWING, FLOAT
On a Sunday evening I found myself thinking that I had been wanting to return to my blog, and also to writing prompts again. Unfortunately the link-up for the Six-Sentence Story ends on Saturday evening, so I was a little late for the blog hop part. Still, I wrote...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #3 | Immortalized | Linked to dVerse OLN
This is yet another old piece of poetry from the first Margins collection, where I glued together some of my older poems with a newer reflection... I'm linking it up at the dVerse Open Link Night, where many poets showcase their craft. You can access all the entries...
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...
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...
Six Sentence Story #10 | Prompt Word: BOOKMARK
The smell of cinnamon in the room, a burnt candle on the bedside table, an empty bottle of Shiraz on the floor beside the ivory bed, and finally… a lady clutching onto a tattered book while tangled in her silken sheets with a tear running down her cheek.
Six Sentence Story #9 | Prompt Word: COFFEE
I prayed that the wooden floorboards wouldn’t creak under my weight as I got out of the bed, because God knows that hell had no fury like her majesty awoken suddenly from her slumber.
Six Sentence Story #8 | Prompt Word: EXCHANGE
She could feel that something was wrong with the way the wind made her skin crawl as she teetered out from the bar onto the small alleyway leading to her home and she felt almost as if there, in the dark, were a pair of eyes watching her every move.
Six Sentence Story #7 | Prompt Word: LABYRINTH
At night, when Ember lies down in her bed and listens to the rain softly running down her skylights she travels the worlds unknown to men.
Tonight was no exception; she was running in a maze to find her prince, a man she hardly knew but a face he had.