Hi everyone!
Here’s this week’s Picture It & Write:
In a parallel world,
Where animals would talk,
Where we would live by night and sleep by day,
And girls and boys would be equal in any way.
I Think WAY Too Much!
Hi everyone!
Here’s this week’s Picture It & Write:
In a parallel world,
Where animals would talk,
Where we would live by night and sleep by day,
And girls and boys would be equal in any way.
The Unpredicted series continues with a new Picture it & Write! Enjoy!

Distorted.
That was how I felt when Caleb kissed me. Flashes of dead bodies encircling me; pictures of expressionless faces. But one single image kept on nagging me. It was a young girl. Enclosed in an empty room. Her eyes were cold and distant, yet she fixed them on me.
A death stare.
Another picture for the ‘Unpredicted’ series! Yeah! From Picture it & Write hosted by Ermilia

There were mirrors in my dream.
Here continues the ‘Unpredicted’ series with another Picture it & Write!

Do you believe in what some would call the uplifting of human consciousness? Do you believe in not only physical but mental evolution? What happens when someone has achieved a level of higher consciousness and sees with new sharpened eyes, hears with more sensitive ears, smells things that are kilometres away? What is going on as every little part of the world has opened up for us to see things clearer… for us to understand and know better?
The ‘Unpredicted’ series continues with this week’s Picture it & Write hosted by Ermilia

Have you ever felt like you have the strong urge to weep, yet without any reason? Have you ever felt like you could not stop laughing even if there was nothing funny at all? That was exactly what was happening to me.
The ‘Unpredicted’ series finally continues (sorry to have kept you in the waiting room all these days!) with this Picture it & Write:

My mother used to tell me that I got my name from my great grandmother, Clare. I also got her watch.
Back to the ‘Unpredicted’ series!
So here’s this week’s picture it and write:

With years of perseverance and practice, a vampire was able to refrain from jumping at any human being and sucking all their blood. That was why I, Clare, was still alive, although a few moments earlier, Caleb, who I once thought was a very close friend but who turned out to be a bloodsucking vampire, had been draining a poor man, hidden in the fogs, on the bridge that separated the sophisticated city and the dark evergreen forest.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted some fiction! And I have to catch up on ‘Unpredicted’ – a mini series of short stories which is inspired weekly by Picture it & Write
You can see that I’ve published a new page just below the ‘An Evil Nymph’ banner, next to the ‘Another Blog!’ tab, called ‘The ‘Unpredicted’ series’ where I’ll be updating the ‘chapters’ (if we should call these chapters) of the series as it progresses every week…
Check it out!
Now here’s last week picture (which I did get to write on time because I had to do the ‘Sites of the Month’ post…):
