Squirrel in the Snow

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

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Step by Step

gain insight in ascent awakening emotions stultified by society's strictures * gain closure in descent revisiting issues locked within subconscious crypts * gain wisdom with each step overcoming life's adversities so true joy can be found

Light and Dark

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...... Continue Reading →

TLT: Picture-Perfect

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... Continue Reading →

TLT: Walls

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... Continue Reading →

WPC: On the Edge

poised before an expansive ocean of stilted maturity presenting youthful enthusiasm whilst all outdated dictates constraining adulthood are deposited abandoned on the shoreline far below a life of graft replaced by a fun-filled existence happiness becoming the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... Continue Reading →

TLT: Boxed

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... Continue Reading →

TLT: Time for Lemonade

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.

TLT: The Sands of Time

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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