How do people feel when they read your writing? Have you ever asked yourself that? Have you ever thought about it after writing a story or an article? Do you think that is even a relevant question to ask? Anyway… what does it mean to write from the heart? What makes the difference? Well, read on and […]
I’m posting this a little early this week as I will be away from the computer tomorrow…please expect delays in approving links and pingbacks. Thanks for your patience. Happy reading and writing everyone! 🙂 A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a […]
By Toni G.
the other me
wears her hair slicked back
in a tightly woven braid
read the rest at The Other Me
haiku: signs of autumn 2
scuffling in the fallen leaves
A drabble of love.
haiku: signs of autumn 1
The cool breeze stirs the
faded flowers and brown leaves;
Rules of the Game: This game is originally found here at So it is (Re) Written, pheobeamorryce’s wordpress so please do check it out! Use your OCs for this game, and tag whoever you want when you’re done, OP suggests 5.
You’re supposed to choose five characters but I picked the most appropriate across my two main WiPs
Characters: Bryony (Sorceress Apprentice) ; Kit (WRE) ; Woods (WRE) ; Raelin (Sorceress Apprentice); El (WRE) ; Carlos (Sorceress Apprentice) ; Emeri (Sorceress Apprentice) ; Naomi (Sorceress Apprentice) ; Romaine (WRE)
Most Likely to be a Poet
Bryony; her love of reading and progression to journaling about her work and beginning to write her own spells would lead itself to writing poetry
Most Likely to Look Good in a Kilt
Kit. He’d certainly think he looked good. He’d certainly be the most likely to wear a kilt.
Most Likely to Get Punched in the Face
Woods. He’s one of the antagonists after all.
Most Likely to Drop Everything and Become a Sheep Herder
Raelin, probably, for five minutes until she got bored.
Most Likely to be Found in a Library
Bryony, girl loves books, it’s one of her key traits.
Most Likely to Sleep Through an Earthquake
Most Likely to Steal Food From Other People’s Plates
Definitely Kit. He rarely stops eating.
Most Likely to Cheat on a Test
El, but only if wasn’t a big deal.
Most Likely to Say ‘Oops’ After Setting Something on Fire
Most Likely to Open an Orphanage
Emeri but in a here have money not actually organising anything. He and Bryony are childfree. They might want to help children in need but not too personally. Now a pet rescue maybe! Or possibly Naomi, maybe more her thing.
Most Likely to Run Off With the Circus
Carlos, he’s already an itinerant musician who does odd jobs and seasonal work to make ends meet
Most Likely to Fake Their Own Death
That’s an interesting one, El for plot reasons. Romaine would also be up for it.
Most Likely to Die and Haunt Their Friends
tagging: open tag, please do the meme if you want to!
evening roses ~ softly spill their deep perfume ~ into purple nights —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
George knelt on the sofa, staring out of the window, his toy train forgotten about at the first splash of raindrops.
“Lot lot rain,” he announced.
Fiona nodded, ruffling her nephew’s hair. “Yes. Lots of rain.”
There was a rumble of thunder. George’s eyes grew wide. “What that noise?”
“Thunder.” Fiona got his attention and made the sign for thunder. Their family had been using Baby Sign alongside verbal language for almost as long as it had been invented, a simplified version of sign language with a small core vocabulary and some signs modified to make it easier for children’s hands to copy. “You remember thunder.”
George nodded. “Storm.”
They watched the rain for a while until it began to ease.
“Mama wet?” George asked. His mother had taken his older brother to a birthday party and so Fiona shook her head.
“They’ll be inside now, with the birthday boy.”
“When my birthday?”
Fiona smiled. “Not until April.”
“I have birthday party,” George said in a tone suggested this was inevitable.
“If mum and dad say you can.” Fiona was not about to take the blame for agreeing to a party for a bunch of under-fours and the associated cost and chaos. “I think the rain’s stopping.”
George nodded and slid off the sofa. He ran out to the hallway and came back with his Wellington boots. “Feefee, I want play in puddles!”
Fiona nodded, having expected this the moment the sky had darkened. “We need to put our coats on but yes, we can go outside.”
“Hoo-ray,” George cheered, the way he always did, two distinct syllables. “Puddles!” He jumped up and down as if he was already splashing about in the wet.
As she watched George jump all around the garden, laughing and playing, Fiona almost wished she’d bought her own boots so she could join in. She settled for the vicarious pleasure of enjoying George being carefree, revelling in the aftermath of the rain.
“I had an inventor stop in for a pint a few weeks back,” said Reala. “Oh, aye,” replied Fuen. “Did she invent anything we might have heard of?” “The cold air balloon,” said Reala. “It never really took off.” Cheers to Bruce Campbell, Badger, Kathy & Warren for the continued $10 Patronage. You can find me on…