amidst familiar realities transformed
into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity,
harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing
on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past,
for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen
dreams in Spring’s long awaited thaw … More Squirrel in the Snow
gain insight in ascent
awakening emotions stultified
by society’s strictures
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gain closure in descent
revisiting issues locked within
subconscious crypts
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gain wisdom with each step
overcoming life’s adversities
so true joy can be found … More Step by Step
The Touch of his Hand “Are you coming, my dear?” Millie looked up at the sound of his voice. Tommy stood in the doorway, his hand outstretched, waiting for hers to join it. She still remembered the first time their hands had touched, all those years ago. She’d shyly slid her fingers into his as they’d … More The Touch of his Hand
He’d tried many different jobs over the years – so many, he’d lost track – but nothing had ever inspired him to such passion. Not like this. Standing in the arena, surrounding by screaming fans: he couldn’t imagine a more perfect life. This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by … More Perfect Life
freewheeling through childhood unsullied by adult cares journeying into a bright future This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
His life had been mapped out from the minute he’d been born. His parents had never listened when he’d expressed his preferences; they’d claimed to know what he needed in order to be successful. But he didn’t have to listen to them any more – his life was his own, and no one else’s. This post … More Career Choices
Light and Dark Tammy hummed a tune as she walked, contentment a pleasing weight on her shoulders. Home’s warmth drew her onwards. Until light shattered the darkness. She stumbled back, shielding watering eyes. Her throat tightened with sorrow. She’d known the summons would arrive someday – but, so soon? How could she leave everything behind? She wasn’t ready… … More Light and Dark
He’d wanted a picture-perfect life: a happy family and well paid job with all the perks. Instead, young voices argued yet again while bills piled high. He sighed as gentle hands massaged the stress away, accepting reality – his life might not be picture perfect, but he wouldn’t change a thing. This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales … More Picture-Perfect
His memories crowded close: an impenetrable barrier denying access whilst holding him back from the world. But he was sick of being imprisoned by the past. Caed knew it was time to tear down the walls – from their rubble he could build a marvelous palace in which to celebrate a bright future. This post in for … More Walls
don’t miss the opportunities lighting up the tree tops whilst you’re busy fearing impact with the ground
There were times when Sylvina felt like merely a figure in a dolls’ house, her whole life dictated by the whims of others. But enough was enough. She refused to be merely a decorative toy any longer – it was time for her to take control of the game. This post is for Sonya’s Three … More Dolls’ House
Are you a hugger or a non-hugger? I’m generally a non-hugger. I’ve been described as reacting like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory when being hugged. I like my personal space, and don’t really like it being infringed upon. Having said that, my nephew and I have always had a very huggy relationship, so with … More Share Your World – 2016 Week 38
poised before an expansive ocean of stilted maturity presenting youthful enthusiasm whilst all outdated dictates constraining adulthood are deposited abandoned on the shoreline far below a life of graft replaced by a fun-filled existence happiness becoming the prime objective These pictures (which were taken at Tintagel, in Cornwall, UK) were nearly posted a few days ago for the … More On the Edge
She’d always said that she wouldn’t be put in a box and forced into conformity, that she wouldn’t follow their indifferent society’s path, only to be left feeling stifled and unfulfilled. So how had she come to this? She turned away from the window, from the view of coffin like apartments, and began to pack her bags – it … More Boxed
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. The Runner He ran to escape the anger and fear that had dominated his life for so long, each stride distancing him from the demons of his past. He ran towards dreams of a bright future full of love and hope. He ran because he could – … More TLT: The Runner
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales Challenge. Time for Lemonade Sour notes burst on your tongue, clawing at the back of your throat as dreaded words are spoken. Hands tremble; tears threaten. It’s time to find the bright side – we all know what to do when life gives us lemons.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. The Sands of Time The sand flows steadily on: seconds, minutes, hours… building into days, weeks, years… Memories of childhood joy lies smothered beneath arid desert. Still, enough time remains to build sandcastles before the glass turns once more.
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