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Beast of Cloud and Claw – One Word Photo Challenge
Beast of Cloud and Claw On cloud-stacked feet it steals across the sky ready to stomp the sleeping mountain town. Its wings kick up a gale force wind to cry its coming on the morn. It’s swooping down from on high, its ridged back blots out the sun. Its shadow falls and blankets the valley. The… Read more
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Spy Bubble – Photo-Fiction #12
Spy Bubble She formed it in her palm, a translucent sphere, caressed by a rainbow sheen. It floated, carried by the breeze with her full consent. Higher it flew; it accelerated, heading towards the army’s lines. Eyes closed, she concentrated; her bubble bobbed o’er the mages’ camp. Through it she spies. Her lips move as she counts her foes. Trouble wears a… Read more
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RSVP: Keysta at the Ball – A Daily Post Sonnet
RSVP: Keysta at the Ball She watched the dancers twirl in their bright gowns. Plain she felt, a girl playing dress up, all ruffled, beribboned in a borrowed pink gown. Dancers wheeled past, all unknown; she stood tall, wondering which of the flouncing follies had the ear of her enemy. Whose spies floated on the strains of… Read more
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The River Nirthal
The River Nirthal From border to border it runs swift, clear. Through mountain pass, down Osrailten’s shoulders, into Neverthrall’s inland sea, then tear off across valley and hill. Smooth boulders, babble at the enchanted trees standing on shore, dark and disapproving of its watery foe. Still onwards its running the mighty Nirthal River. Here it lazes as it… Read more
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Frontiers – A Pic and a Word Challenge
Frontier Mountains frame my home. They ripple across the dark horizon unable to cage the enchanted forest which spills across its flanks, spreads o’er the land. Magic wages its own war within that dark wood; explore it at your own peril. Misted mountains’ vista shows a hundred valleys and more melting into that last frontier. Explain… Read more
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Eavesdropping – Writing 101 #10
Eavesdropping Ran pretended to sleep. Often adults ignored small children, so his feigned repose went unnoticed and he heard the results. “–traumatic brain injury but he shows some improvement. He’s young. Recovery is possible but it’ll take time, how much I can’t say ’til he wakes.” Recovery sounded good. Papa’d be okay; Ran clutched his stuffed bear… Read more
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Ripped from the Headlines! – A Daily Post Sonnet
Ripped from the Headlines! Ripped from the Headlines the ransom note came, each letter painstakingly cut, pasted, arranged to spell out a note licked by flame. A claim made from twenty broadsheets wasted on the demand for more land. The hostage taken turned out to be a wagon full of beans. The culprit, a dragon,… Read more
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Friendship
Friendship Saveen regarded Ran in that open, trusting way of his; slow-witted they said; stupid, they called him, those orphan children, the Foundlings that mama had raised and led. Ran understood him even though Saveen was big like his uncle. His mind was small, which made him the perfect friend for one green eyed boy who didn’t want to be… Read more
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Written in Skin
Written in Skin Lines of heartbreak, disappointment, denials and recriminations–I cross them out. I start over; sketching’s such a trial. Erase those hazy outlines, blot them out, start again, dip the pen into love’s ink, but the ink pot’s run dry, there’s no love found. Snap the pen, toss it away, and trade ink for… Read more
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What Do You Do When Not Writing? Assignment #9
What Do You Do When Not Writing? “What do you do when not writing?” she asked the scribe. Laying paper and ink aside, he regarded her but no answer blast past his consciousness. He blinked and she sighed. “That’s what I thought.” She left scrivener’s nook, took a boat to university’s isle, asked a student… Read more
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