It’s a very merry Christmas from me and my festive happy house guest, and the last of this year’s The Hemingway Day flash fiction… He’s alive. Their bodies recoiled, their eyes bulging. Thanks to the Daily Post…
Adolescent Male.
Photography 101 day 8… ‘The Natural World.’ Adolescent Male. With each tread of his hooves his branched horns swerved backwards, his mouth edged upwards, his lips parted and he let out a bellowing cry. He commanded attention from…
Beast.
Letting my pencil run away with itself again today with a free writing task… Beast. As each limb twisted you could see muscles sliding beneath dense black tufts of fur. He was short and stocky, a compact beast with a…
Flash Fiction Friday. Escape.
She hungered for this. Her freedom.
Day 97.
These are the tea guardians. Many of them have journeyed from afar, many of them come from the animal kingdom, but they all have just one calling… To reign over my empire of brews. #100happydays #day97
Day 95.
Why hang your coat on a hook when you can drape it on the horn of a rhino, on the snout of a pig, or on the schnoz of a moo cow? #100happydays #day95
