“She accepts your compliments on her face, her hair, and her body graciously— and she is, indeed, beautiful. But she is only moved when you notice the beauty of her spirit.” ~ Allaisia Hanan It's easy to look at the outside of someone and decide whether the outside brings you any pleasure. It's … Continue reading she is only moved
“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more” ⁂ classics
There's something deliciously intoxicating about the Renaissance and the writers there who tell in such beautiful stories and songs of love... Shakespeare is probably one of if not the best known of the poets of love and tragedy. I feel as though he was the original master of the rom-com and one of those masterpieces … Continue reading “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more” ⁂ classics
Ghost ⁂ twt
She was in trees and sunlight, his latte's steam, his dreams and waking visions. There was no forgetting her. Her... ⁂ This week’s Twenty Word Tuesday writing prompt.
Handle ⁂ rdp
She was many things... Her smile was intoxicating and her laughter addictive. She was undoubtedly a lady but she had the naughtiest sense of humor and would say the most outrageous and amusing things that left him shocked and shaking his head. Even when she wasn't sitting right in front of him he could see … Continue reading Handle ⁂ rdp
Moving ⁂ rdp
Subtle flutters ofSteele blue and dusky grey wingsNestled in the wild lilacBeat gently after the danceAs the sun sinks low Tanka Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Free ⁂ sws
Easiest and toughest choice: Be free. ⁂ I am learning that I sometimes don’t need many words to still say so much. Here is the original Saturday Six Word Story Prompt for this week.
Variety ⁂ rdp
If variety is the spice of life and there was none in his, than his was nothing more than a bitter and flat, tedious existence with only brief moments of sunlight and happiness... Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Wow ⁂ rdp
His back was to the parking lot next to the old building today's shindig was supposed to be at as he filled his cup with cheap beer from the keg, so he hadn't even noticed the little Model T pull in or the slender woman getting out of it. He wasn't really interested in today's … Continue reading Wow ⁂ rdp
Pelt ⁂ rdp
She pelted him with a big, wet ball of soppy snow, hitting him firmly in the shoulder, laughing. The cold stung and burned but he'd never say so because the burning in his chest and cheeks far outmatched the cold spot on his arm. He loved her... Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Fury ⁂ rdp
Butterflies swirled and danced in the fury of the early autumn winds, intermingled with the falling reds and golds in sunlight. Tanka poetry Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Electric ⁂ twt
His touch on her hand, on the small of her back, brushing the curl from her cheek was positively... electric. ⁂ This week’s Twenty Word Tuesday writing prompt.
