wicked chill of harsh memories never lets me be me - the warm person I would like to be Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
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wicked chill of harsh memories never lets me be me - the warm person I would like to be Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
I couldn’t have done it alone divine interactions with the unknown flow through my soul spilling out words, sounds unheard of before helping me make sense of the world around like I’ve never done before. I couldn’t have done it alone bits and pieces of my psyche rearranging in patterns creating unseen art to enrich … Continue reading I couldn’t have done it alone
justice dispensed by courts criminals convicted wanderlust of the mind –un blemished BrewNSpew Cafe
trees encapsulate wisdom of centuries passed challenged existence swaying to the wind’s music staying rooted to the ground Photo Challenge #240
We are given a framework of life in the years of growing up – it outlines history, expectations, dreams. Then we move back and forth to find a comfortable slot to rest our feet. We rationalize our actions by correlating it with one of the pieces in the framework. We blame someone else for being … Continue reading Frameworks
my innocence walks ahead of me beckoning, reminding all that is lost and all that is added wisdom acquired in the intervening years a journey of intrigue many lifetimes lived in one I lost count of time in the sound of footsteps chasing shadows colors of dreams flying with non-existent wings (278 characters) … Continue reading Color of dreams
“What are these red and blue reflections on the surface of the lake?” “This is the Lake of Frozen Shadows. It is believed that some divine souls once sailed on the lake, but never returned. Images of their shadows are frozen on the surface.” “Can we go boating to have a closer look?” “Boating is … Continue reading Lake of Frozen Shadows
PROMPT RESPONSE One road to safe anonymity Other a stormy path, down under Will she take the road less travelled, blazing trails like the thunder? Will she just exist, or choose to live Will she just breathe, or breathe fire? She was born to recreate destiny All roadblocks drew her ire. She walks alone, but … Continue reading MISSION
night spent indoors owl hoots, fireplace invites freezing winter moon Haikai Challenge #62