Having spent the past hour dithering between Wimbledon watching, work and this blog post, I am struggling to find more words than the six below. Welcome to The Hemingway Day… Hide. The wind disguised his skulking inside. Thanks to The Daily Post for the photo prompt this week, here are some other photos of doors.
Not quite The Hemingway Day today, simply because I have too many words and not enough brain power left to edit them. I think I’ll go and plug myself into the mains and get a recharge. If only. Run. Her footsteps blended into the pounding of each rain drop. As each one plummeted down his cheeks, she managed to […]
I have penned a little fool inspired story in honour of April the 1st. Here’s hoping you haven’t been subject to too many mischievous escapades this morning… Fool. Him: The tears loomed above her eyelashes, threatening to slither down her cheeks at any moment. With a hand clutching at her stomach, she signalled for me to […]
Thank goodness for that little moment on a Friday afternoon when you realise there are two days of bliss ahead. Here’s a few seconds of literary escapism in celebration… The Hemingway Day. Crack. The cracks echoed, fracturing. He froze. Thank you to The Daily Post for the photo prompt
I am a writer of many syllables, and so today’s monosyllabic writing task for the Daily Prompt proved a rather tricky prospect for my frantic pen… She said that she should hide the tops of those legs, they were grim. She said she should hide the tops of those arms, they were grim too. Put all out […]
Today’s Daily Prompt is rather apt for someone who is entering the last year of her twenties tomorrow… “You’re tasked with creating a brand new astrological sign for the people born around your birthday — based solely on yourself. What would your new sign be, and how would you describe those who share it?” Her teeth […]
Laura didn’t have an imaginary friend. But she did have a series of Take That dolls that were entirely representative of their real life counterparts when they whispered sweet nothings to her. This post is in response to today’s Daily Prompt, Imaginary Friend… http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/imaginary-friend/trackback/
Vampire. My trainers were the whitest of white. Blobs of blood plummeted onto the milky leather, instantly at odds with their crisp colour. My foot had slipped along the metal pole where the paint was cracked and flakes of rusty brown were starting to take ownership. On the way down my two front teeth […]