Each of us is a son or daughter. Most of us are husbands or wives, aunts, uncles, friends, sisters, brothers, colleagues, cousins or neighbours. Much of who we are and how we interact is defined by these relationships. Do you think that these ties enhance or hinder our existence as human beings? Although we’d like to think [...]
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Posted in Blogroll, Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt, life, thoughts on June 28, 2008 | No Comments »
I woke at 4am, then at 5am, then 7am…Each time, I woke with an ache that filled my whole body. My tee-shirt, soaked in sweat stuck to me and pools of moisture gathered in every bend of my skin. Oh no, I thought, it’s the weekend and a cold is imminent. My breath was laboured [...]
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Posted in Blogroll, Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt, life, quotes, thoughts on June 28, 2008 | No Comments »
Writing is a struggle against silence.
~Carlos Fuentes
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As I stepped off the platform at Charing Cross Station, I knew I was home. Crossing the Thames over the rail bridge afforded me a view of Big Ben, The Millennium Wheel, The Houses of Parliament, St. Paul’s and in the distance, Canary Wharf. The city opened out before me and welcomed me back. I [...]
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The travel Gods, it would seem, are against me. For the second time this week, I’ve run into trouble whilst attempting to journey between London and Edinburgh. I arrived early, already checked in with my boarding card in hand. For the first time in months of frequent travel, neither the heels of my shoes, the under-wire of [...]
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I’m sitting in a bar on the Grassmarket nursing a pint of Peroni. My eyes, swollen with tears attract attention from anyone who either approaches in an attempt to share my table on this busy Friday night or who see me as a potential conversationalist. Neither stop, put off by the red in my eyes [...]
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The fault lay with the wishbone. Thanksgiving dinner was served at the appointed hour and what remained his family sat at the table eager for James to carve the turkey. As he looked across at the faces of his relatives, he felt content. His sister Sally sat across from him next to his nephew Dean. [...]
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The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium.
~Norbet Platt
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When I looked out the kitchen window, there was an ambulance parked outside. Unsure of whether or not they had the right address, my emotions went from panic to relief as I saw Jeff hopping out of the back. He was in his 2nd year of EMT training and had a break. He and his [...]
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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.
~Red Smith
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