A Writing Prompt
Them: Why are you whispering?
Me: I want you to hear me.
Them: But you’re whispering! How do you expect to be heard? Continue reading Whispering to Be Heard
Category: My Stories
Bovary’s Writing: The Cerulean Gates
Fire is fire. How could it be different from what a fire should be?
She watched as the last of the fires burned blue. They said it wouldn’t look like a normal fire. Fire is fire. How could it be different from what a fire should be? Still, she didn’t believe their words until the blue light reflected off her chocolate skin. The bluish-brown hue of her skin was mesmerizing!
Continue reading Bovary’s Writing: The Cerulean Gates
Writing Prompt 148: The Book of Nebula
Persia’s Beginning…
Ever since the day you left, I don’t know what to do with myself… I… miss you…miss you…miss you….I really miss you. Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes
“I keep a book of people,” she said conversationally. “With their contact information and expiration dates.” Tremaine (at least that was the only name she was known by) let that statement linger as she looked away with a slight smile. In fact, no one really knew her given name. Maybe that was best. Kept people from annoying her during her “downtime.” She continued.
“The expiration dates are the most important. That makes the job easier. Means their time on this planet was set from the beginning. After the expiration dates…well…I still complete my assignment.” Keep on Reading!
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