04/23/2026 Filed in:
Writing Exercises
Damn. I’d really thought that if I put my sunglasses on, I wouldn’t notice it as much. I’d always thought the colour of blood was more or less a shade of crimson. Darkened and sort of dull. I wasn’t prepared for the in-your-face bright red of spurting blood. Not that I’d ever actually seen blood spurting, until now.
Read More...04/16/2026 Filed in:
Writing Exercises
“Is life worth living?” questioned a masculine voice.
The dimmer switch connection of my brain was turned down way low. I couldn’t answer him right away.
“Eden? Did you hear me?”
The man was persistent. I touched my cheekbone with my fingers as that side of my face stung and throbbed at the same time. “What just happened?” I asked.
Read More...04/09/2026 Filed in:
Hidden Messages
Found objects fascinate me.
Three smooth, long and narrow stones
shaped like lady finger cookies.
Then I came upon the fish remains.
From the belly of the beast, out slid a colony
of wriggling and squiggly maggots.
Read More...04/09/2026 Filed in:
Writing Exercises
A graceful hand turns
the body of a fist-sized fruit,
sensing the ripeness.
Read More...04/02/2026 Filed in:
Writing Exercises
Each time I had embarked on this hike, I always chose the month of May, right in the middle of blackfly season. The cool air carried the scent of newly-formed moss, decaying leaves and the rich aroma of ancient black dirt. My ears always located the gurgling of the small stream before I found it with my eyes.
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