Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:
“Take it. Take it!”
It sounded like a hiss, like the wind, but I knew that he had spoken. By he, I meant, the blue man. A hunchback, yet muscular, with a pretty face. Except maybe for the bushy eye lashes and the dark lips.
Hey! I’m sorry it’s been a while since I visited all your blogs, but because of my birthday my everyday schedule has been… disturbed and I need a few more days to get back to my routine.
Anyway, here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:
Everything has an end. But Lyna wished her childhood had never ended.
Continue reading “Woman Abuse… And A Bowl Of Rainbow Cereals.”
Happy Labour Day everyone!
This week’s Picture it & Write comes a little earlier this week, because there’s going to be a surprise on Friday 😉 So stay tuned!
All right, so without delay, enjoy my contribution:
Come to the ocean of love…
My ears sprang up; I put down my cup of tea and daily newspaper and reached out to the radio.
…seven seas…
I turned up the volume.
Come to the ocean of love…
I’m late again, sorry for that, but I’m rather busy in this beginning of the second term of the school year; anyway, here’s your awaited Picture it & Write for this week:
“Happy 18th birthday, Lena!”
Their enthusiastic voices still echoed in my head, although the party was over for more than two hours. If I closed my eyes I would see their faded grins and narrow eyes and high cheekbones… I would feel their hands on me, congratulating me, wishing me all the best things in the world.
Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write! I’m sorry I’m late!
Maybe I was too late.
Maybe I had noticed it too late.
The most dangerous thing about love was that it could deprive you of all your senses, all except the one deep inside of you: that of your heart. When trapped within its unyielding grasp, it would hug you so hard that you would feel the loud drumming of that central organ of yours; it would suffocate you and hypnotize you…
Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:
Death is not what you think.
It’s not a black hole. It’s not emptiness or darkness. It’s something much more. It lies beyond life. Thus it shines even brighter.
They picture it and I write; here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:
Suddenly she burst out of the room.
She had known it all along. Her boss was an evil monster. She had seen him, his face vehemently changing into a disgusting greyish weird shape, while his nose and eyebrows had seemed to melt and his teeth falling off…
This week’s Picture it & Write:
“Can you braid my hair, please?”
Ciara grinned at her mother and widened her eyes in the way that would make any glacier melt. She knew that she was doing this every morning and that every morning she would be late to school because of this.
It’s Friday! So it’s time for… this week’s Picture it & Write:
I need to destroy it.
I took the soft orange paper between my fingers.
Are you a fool? My conscience was retorting back at me.
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.
A Special Picture it & Write for this week! Enjoy:
Her fingers trembled with excitement as she turned on her laptop to check her mail. It’s been one day already since she last messaged him and she knew that he would have been to work all day, so she had to wait for the evening to conclude…
Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write 😀 and my contribution:
To accept what you are, is to welcome all your qualities and flaws, telling them that it’s all right for them to exist, although some can lead to your downfall while others can put you up on a pedestal.
Here’s this week’s Picture It & Write:
Aiden looked up at the white paper sky. He often wondered what lay behind this sheet of clouds. People passed by him. He knew that they all thought that he was crazy. But he knew that he was not.
Continue reading “A Story In Real Life: Trapped In Storyland”
Here’s my contribution to this week’s Picture it & Write:
“Drink it and you will find love.” The old woman with the crooked nose grinned at me. Her rotten teeth showed off. “The One will come to you and your wish will finally come true.”
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