April 3, 2014 at 1:14 am
Intriguing! I have thoughts tickling my brain, I just need to convince them to come out and play!
April 4, 2014 at 5:44 am
Surely this is a site well worth seeing.
April 8, 2014 at 3:11 am
My creativity only woke up a few hours ago – had another bout of writers block to contend with. Still, with 22 hours to spare, I got my link in. I am very much enjoying these VisDares – the pictures are always a knock-out and 150 words is a good amount. So, thank you for hosting this weekly chall and it’s nice to see how many followers are on the increase!
I finished the ‘Orison’ by the way, don’t know what to do about a review yet, I could post it here but I may give some spoilers…for now though, it was a great read, not too over the top on the fantasy leaving way for some reality parallels and 50% into the book was when it got really exciting. Daniel did a good job of creating likable characters and brought them to life. My only niggle is that there were so many names of places, people, things, sections of society, that I got quite confused. But, that did not stop me from finishing and enjoying the book. Daniel got my attention and kept it. I shall say no more in case others want to read it! Lets just say that I was satisfied with the ending 🙂
April 14, 2014 at 3:20 pm
heres one for this.
I opened my chest cavity with no regard for the fact that my heart might spill out. I delicately pushed my spindly fingers through skin and bone and muscle and ligaments until I had created the gaping wound you see before you.
It sounds poetic. Like liquid syllables and molten words. It’s not. It’s ugly. I opened myself up to keep something safe and sacred. Sacrificed my pumping blood to cover someone else’s shame.
I threw myself on the tracks for a promise of an uncertainty and I’ll take that with me to my grave. Where I’ll lie, with an open chest, and a broken heart, with your rusted key imbedded in my bones. The key to your heart, to your secrets and lies. I’ll take it with me when I go and I’ll wear a black mourning veil until you return, or I die, which one ever happens first.
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