Tag Archives: Death

Thursday photo prompt – Sails – #writephoto – Circles Of My Mind

“Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.” It’s what rolled in my head today as we laid you to rest. I never thought this day would arrive. Everyone gets sick, you go to the doctor, … Continue reading

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First Line Friday -July 21st 2017 – The Hunger

This week’s first line: Below the city’s cobblestones, it shifted, restless and hungry. It had been a while, and it hated having to hide away from the public glare. The last time it had not ended well. There was little … Continue reading

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Wordle #163 – Harriet Bird

This week’s words: Bird Cassette Trail Bohemian Warrant Nascence (adj.)) Beginning to exist, develop.) Chide Illusory Everywhere Topple Clinch Insouciant (free from worry, concern, anxiety) When Harriet Bird woke and looked around, she found she was in the hospital. Still … Continue reading

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Tale Weaver #126 – Death (2) – 29/6/17 – The Red Heart

Google images: Labelled for re-use. Death did on occasion find a soul with a red heart attached. He was never too sure who put it there, but he suspected it was the Giver of Life from upstairs. Before him lay, … Continue reading

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Tale Weaver #126 – Death – 29/6/17

Google images: Labelled for re-use. It was another day, and Death looked around the nursing home. There were numerous occupants taking their next to last breath. Death was glad he didn’t have to breath it seemed like such an onerous … Continue reading

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Writespiration #121 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 25 – Death

This week’s write: Your story from the point of view of Death personified. I’m so misunderstood. I want to be a beginning not an end. I feel so depressed. The old souls welcome me, feed up with living if you … Continue reading

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Saturday’s Mix–17 June 2017 – 17

I didn’t live at 17 Prime Street, but I wished I did. It was the best house on the street. A well-manicured house in which lived an even better-manicured family, the Quanders. Quincy, the father, sold cars and from all … Continue reading

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