Falling for the idea of living, fear heralded an #onslaught of emotions. Where did she fit in?Those around her were alive: youngsters laughing; a couple’s intense exchange; the oldies reminiscing. Was she running away from or running into life? Was this the beginning? #vss365
Menacing shadows creep across the burnished landscape as darkness #displaces the light. The enemy closes in. Torment awakening from within the murky depths, courses and tramples through the veins of the earth. There’s no escape - no way out. #vss365
This was the last city she would visit. The buildings still ablaze from battle. There was no going back, no gathering to be persuaded otherwise. This time she was taking what was rightfully hers. #FromOneLine 373
I could see him through window. Scooping the rest of my belongings together, I dashed down. He was cutting it fine. We’d have to hurry to make the night train. I stepped out, leaving behind the blare of the TV. How long would it take for ‘him’ to notice I’d gone? #FromOneLine 372
I don’t know what time it clouded over or how long I’d lain nestled amongst the rocks: the sun no longer warmed my body; waves toppled forwards,splashing the rocks;the gulls circled above - their caws carried on the breeze. Had anyone seen? Only time would tell. #FromOneLine 348
A woman who understands that being beautiful is not defined by her looks, the clothes she wears, or her size. She knows it is defined by her acts of kindness, the love of her heart, and light within her soul.
The only lasting beauty is that of the heart. ~Rumi
An affair - there was no other explanation. It had to be. Why else would her once perfect life be no longer?Turning, she caught a last glimpse of the gathering pools darkening where they lay. She smiled, tasted the #bittersweet of revenge and stepped out into the sunlight.#vss365
#vss365
Yesterday
So long ago
One man's spell
Made hell
On earth
They raised their arms
In worship
Today
In #distant dawn
One man claims
With blood-lust aim
A nation
And his people hear
No evil
And now
Free world
Stands its ground
Spreading a sound
It's the battle cry
Of good
The ebb and flow of life is but a #distant memory. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same. Days are on repeat. No one tends the garden anymore. No one cares. No one smiles anymore. They hide in yesterday’s shadows and dream of a new tomorrow. Life is #bereft. #vss365
It was neither the start nor the end: more the #evening of her life. A life that had been a roller coaster negotiating each twist and turn. Now was the time to breathe and start living before there were no more tomorrows - only darkness extinguishing the light. #vss365
There was no #mistake: frenzied music seeped through the lead of the windows as she whirled and twirled to the beat. Each movement making a #connection with the last; each defining her #place; each brush stroke a sign of her power and life unfolding at the #easel. #vss365
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It's competition time!🥳
In return for feedback on our brand new online classroom we're giving 15 lucky writers the chance to do a four-week Faber course for free! All you have to do to enter is like and RT this tweet, follow us and tag a friend. Closes Wed 8 February @ 23:59!
@cbcreative@amitaparikh Red lights flashed and flickered with every stroke of the wipers. Biting her lip the way that she always did, she turned down the CD: the lyrics a reminder. Too much had happened. Her knuckles tightly gripped the wheel as she breathed deeply. This was her time. #WriteCBC
‘Mine’s a double.’ Unmistakable - husky tones. Turning, his smouldering eyes met hers. Why Something wasn’t quite right. She’d just ended a distance call with him. How could he be here and there simultaneously? It wasn’t possible. This had to be his #doppelgänger? #vss365
Just a #moment - that’s all. A #moment to say the right things; to make amends. It doesn’t happen. Nothing changes. The truth lurks, hiding in the #shadows, waiting for the #dust to settle. Days have passed but it’s too late for the damage has already been done. #vss365
The Café - where we would meet - overlooking the bustling square. The Artists‘ place: a place to just be; where you could become lost in the moment - nothing mattered. It was a Wednesday when I fell in love and a Wednesday I return now you’re gone. #MicroflashMonday#WHQCommunity
“Once his muse-I was abused-tossed like stacks of refuse. Abandoned-I found a way to sneak into libraries. Sorry-but I’m homeless-desperate. I’ve made friends with some who’ve let me stay with them a week or two, but being a book is hard~after they use you.”
#BraveWrite#vss365
Day breaks
First light
Catches the water
Stillness
Calm
Time slows
Gentle rush of the sea
Tickling the shore
Like fingers dancing on piano keys
Soothing and still
Lullingly soft
Intoxicating
#catharsis