desensitized participants floating in power corridors enacting scripted dramas chasing fifteen minutes of borrowed glory will smash all rules but hold glass ceilings. PAWNS! Weekly Writing Prompt #147
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desensitized participants floating in power corridors enacting scripted dramas chasing fifteen minutes of borrowed glory will smash all rules but hold glass ceilings. PAWNS! Weekly Writing Prompt #147
smart authors explore dimensions of fairy tales invent helpful characters to make a child feel safe in imaginary worlds Ronovan Writes


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Wild-
Wild is the way wind and the rain sculpt her out of insubstantial to substantial, bringing the flash and rumble of winter storms into the limitless depths of his heart. It is the echo of raptor’s screams as she nears, harrowing storm clouds like mythic Huntsmistresses of old.
No one had ever known wild as he has known wild. Bucking bronco across the rim of the canyon, swimming whitewater, drowning into the depths of dark and deep and mystery vaster than the far reaches of outer space. Smaller than the careless pinprick of his fingertip, dripping blood across fungi laced and lying deep, connecting the world from below, demons fingers in the dark.
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It is not easy being a solo traveller and female. It is not at all easy being in a foreign land, and not knowing the local language. In this outgoing culture, there were many people who expressed interest in knowing more about me, but I instantly withdrew into a shell. Metaphorically, I disappeared, as I … Continue reading Mission accomplished
weaving hope in the fabric of life stretched with conflicts showing embarrassing holes is a challenge. sowing dreams in battered minds the only path (26 words) Weekend Writing Prompt #60
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This is unusual. Rivers do not normally move upstream. I see the river moving uphill, and wonder how and why? Has it forgotten or left something valuable there, and wants to retrieve it? Are there old scores to be settled? Does it want to catch someone unaware? Going against the natural flow takes considerable willpower, … Continue reading River flowing up a hill
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 42
Challenge
The challenge sits in front of me, daunting in its literal form.
I can see it requires me to step away from my comfort zone, explore the dark patches of my psyche.
I put pen to paper knowing there is an unknown, an area I will either embrace or shy from.
The words flow as I find myself cringing in the expectation of discovery, of a revelation I am not sure I want to make known.
Then a voice says, you can do it, after all, for the most part, you are anonymous, those who read it will only know your words, not your true self.
But I reply that is the issue; my words are my true self.
Then a calming voice whispers in my ear, you are who you are, don’t be afraid, those who know you, love you, nothing can change that.
So I take on…
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