end of the road fortified walls doors shut be strong hands tied legs broken throat dry eyes blind be brave don’t weep laugh it off be alive.
So I have decided to make this a series I guess I really can’t resist calling of this wonderful orderly continuity of letters. Each and single one of them a seductive siren singing to me, luring me into creative rocky shores to a prison of empty pages. Power and imagination, dedication and energy all given to the only task, to only thing that matters to play with words and language. Time is of no meaning. Words are the most powerful weapons. How we use them shapes the world. Keep them ready and sharpened. They are the only defence we need.
Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, March 4
alphabet has 26 letters. write a post without using one of them.
welcome to my goldfish memory!
welcome to my goldfish memory!
welcome to my goldfish memory.
damn, i don’t feel too well.
art by ken wong – mistaken identity (www.kenart.net)
Muddy trainers and slippery paths in the woods Reminds me of one of the first runs I did in Orpington No shortage of wet days, no scorching heat back then.
Home, we don’t get enough summer rain for the mud to stick Storm overnight, almost dry in the morning …my trail shoes are sleeping in the shoe rack.
But with September, autumn is coming slowly I can’t wait to be alone among trees enveloped in the smell of wet leaves.
Nothing gives me more energy than being in the forest place where the time has stopped.
Place hiding ancient magic.
I am a day late…whoopsie. I thought I had something prepared and scheduled but I didn’t.
Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 18
First words that come to your mind when we say: home, soil, rain.
mercilessly beating the trees whirlpools of leaves in devilish dance tugging at my skirt debris hitting my face i'm hoping the gravitational pull of the earth will not let go of me
With a great sadness I have to face this camera with a hope that the internet connection will not give up on us during these trying times.
James was a great man, loving husband, father, grandfather….SHIT…so sorry…wrong…Apologies…not sure what has happened, I must have mixed up my notes. Let me see. Sorry, just a second…ehm…here we go.
Today we are saying goodbye to Lili who had been a wonderful and loving cat…SHIT SHIT SHIT….not again. Really sorry about this…can you hear me? Can you…I think the internet is br….
Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 25
write your own eulogy.
I have actually written a eulogy before. You can check it here: Fog
my fingers are like stones
…that makes no sense.
but it does make a sentence!
i laughed out loud.
I wanted to pick ‘A’. Instinct drew me to the letter. Incredibly difficult to be stuck with 'I’ now. Initial thought - I could start every sentence with myself. Inadequate as ideas go of course. Ideal results: - identifying words that would make sense, - intentional content expressing wholesome ideas, - images conveying individuality, - …i…, - …item not found. Invasion of doubt is beating my mind. Irritation assaulted my body. Impulsively I defend my sanity. Implying, I can’t do something? Impossible. Inspection of the dictionary has commenced. Immortal source of language and ehm…words? Information database readily available to everyone. Issue with this? Heck, no.
Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, October 1
pick any letter. write something where every line starts with that letter.
Yep, this one also feels like A to Z challenge….what is wrong with me???
can you feel the electricity?
the tension? desire?
the lust, the love…
the missed opportunity