I love you lots, I love you more than pokadots, I love you lots, I love you more than tater tots, My love and I had the most interesting response back and forth to each other this morning.
Tag: creative writing
Blood Driven Society
Ripping echoed from the shady room, Screams of terror vibrate the air, Stiff walking graveyard man, Macabre dead hand extended, Zombies march around the house, Jaws of life hanging open, Moaning as they hunt their next meal, Swinging bat another one drops, Survival driven by adrenaline, Bloodlust driven society, Eating their own to survive, Roaring…
Dreamscape
Why are words not boring? I speak and write so much, filling the data centers of the world, our digital and spoken library. Yet, I can’t get enough. It is fascinating what I can do with letters, combining them into words, dancing with syllables, rhyming them, creating metaphor. Forming words from every language. Some letters…
Update on the Novel-a
It is slowly piecing itself together across the pages. Editing is slow, yet the process is a joy. I can’t wait to put the final version into ink on paper.
In the Shallow Ditch He Hides
(Inspired by Washington Irving’s Headless Horseman, one of my favorite American authors.) In the dark hallow he rests, In and out goes his breath, There is the beat, Chu, chump, chu, chump, The hooves pound the earth, His heart beats, Waiting to see, If tonight is his fate, To fade away into the dark sky,…
Tea Party for You and I
Sitting down with you I lift my cup as you lift yours’s a smile at your lips. The tea kettle piping hot, steaming while screaming, it’s bulbous base on heat. Laughing we enjoy our treats, sitting at mahogany table, high backed chairs, with little red cushions, expertly buttoned. A thick shag rug running its cloth…
ADVENTURE: Part 7
A joyous bubbling sound pushed through the corridors, echoing off the bells ringing bright song into the universe washing away the dull throbbing thud of that first explosion. The Great One, The Almighties Thunder, it’s crumbling sound raging as if one stood at the foot at the bottom of a mighty volcanic explosion sending gravel…
ADVENTURE: Part 5
QUESTION: Part 2 “Who do you believe the least important person is in your universe, why?” “The wheel spins, the weave is woven, time turns the clock hands, people grow and change, possibilities appear, disappear, only to reappear again. Life is an eternal cycle. We circle around people who are in their own disarray while…
Adventure: Part 4
THE QUESTION “He ends with a question for another day, another hour, who do you believe the least important person is in your universe, why?” (Excerpt from Part 3 by thoughtscreateweb.blog) Gasps and whispers rose from the circle. Strangers turning to each other and saying, ‘well I don’t know,’ some exclaimed people from past relationships,…
World Building: Shaman
Dear Reader, Our last world building post brought us to a far Western Island in a different universe than our own, while I directed everyone to sit before a stranger, a shamanic individual, a wise person on this floating ball of dirt and metal. His gaze shifts across each of your faces. Judging, perhaps gauging…
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