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Writing · Writing Workshop

I Believe In Fairies ~ a prompt for @libertyfallsdwn

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With NaNo currently putting me through my paces it gives me a little kick of pleasure to inflict a writing task on Liberty too. Because I'm nice like that. And that's why she loves me. Last week I set her the prompt of 'A Break In The Clouds' and she responded with a particularly exciting… Continue reading I Believe In Fairies ~ a prompt for @libertyfallsdwn

NaNoWriMo · Writing

Dreading November

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It's November on Thursday. That means I have to start writing 1667 words a day. Every day. For 30 days. Starting on Thursday. THURSDAY! How is it so close? November is ages away. November happens just before Christmas and that's not for months yet. Right? I have the NaNoWriMo jitters. I was all hyped up… Continue reading Dreading November

100 Word Challenge · Writing · Writing Workshop

Broadway In Miniature – A Flash Fiction #100WCGU

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“Just picture it. Bright lights, dancing girls, glitter, music. It will be magnificent.” Esther wasn’t convinced. “It’s a school production. It will look cheap and silly.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Marco scolded. “It’s a professional production enhanced by the inclusion of budding young actors. It could still be like Broadway. Just in miniature.” They appraised the… Continue reading Broadway In Miniature – A Flash Fiction #100WCGU

100 Word Challenge · Writing · Writing Workshop

Autumn #100WCGU

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Sunshine is dribbling through the leaves as they shift in the icy breeze. Golden dandelions dance in the grass, stretching out their petals as they try to grab the faint warmth of the sun. From inside the car it still looks like summer. We get out. Coats are zipped up, gloves put on, hats and… Continue reading Autumn #100WCGU

100 Word Challenge · Writing · Writing Workshop

Remembering – A Flash Fiction #100WCGU

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I woke with another headache. Blindly, I reached out to my bedside cabinet for the aspirin and bottled water and gulped some down. "I wish you'd stop drilling when I'm trying to sleep. Can't it wait 'til later?" I called through to Jasper. He was probably putting up the painting in the other bedroom -… Continue reading Remembering – A Flash Fiction #100WCGU