Daily Archives: 22 Apr 2017

04.22.17
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Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge

Sometimes Stellar Storyteller

Challenge open Saturday 22nd April 2017 – Thursday 27th April 2017

Welcome to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.

For those who have never dropped by before a new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am GMT.

Today’s prompt is:

Leave

My attempt at today’s prompt is:

The saddest walk, the longest goodbye.

Remember to share your entry on social media using the sharing buttons below! Let’s tell everyone about our challenge, the more the merrier! 

Use the hashtag #SixWordStoryChallenge. 

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04.22.17
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Color Your World – Wild Watermelon

Tourmaline .

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The Color your World challenge will run January through April, for 120 days, with a new Crayola color topic posting each day. Join in daily, or post at your leisure.

Enter your photos, drawings, quotes, poems, stories, anything, as long as it is inspired by the color of the day.

Since this is a daily challenge, I will not have time to compile a link list daily for participant entries, however, (1) tag your post #cyw or #coloryourworld so others can follow along in the reader, (2) share your link in the comment section of each color post and (3) sign up on the home page. When you fill out the form on the home page, a link to your blog will be added at the bottom of that post – that way other participants can find all your challenge posts.

View all challenge prompt posts here.

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04.22.17
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Saturday Mix – April 22, 2017

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Hello Everyone!

I’m sure that at least at one time or another we’ve all decided to read a book that we thought we knew everything about – but never having read it didn’t in fact.  This has happened to me recently.  I decided to read Bram Stoker’s Gothic novel,  “Dracula”.

Of course I’ve known about Dracula since I was a teen … and although vampires were nothing as popular as they are in our present age, they were at least familiar to all of us.  Who hadn’t seen Bela Lugosi or Christopher Lee at least once, if not at the movies at least on TV.  And yet, I’d never bothered to read Stoker’s book.

So, after watching two different TV shows one called Doyle and Houdini and the other Murdoch Mysteries – both which had made reference to Bram Stoker  I decided to download the original version from the Gutenberg…

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04.22.17
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You Taught Me to Love You, even in passing…

Sumyanna Writes

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Your whispered breath
spoke to me of longing
but the life left
within your soul
was fading fast.
You spoke of dreams
You spoke of dreams
and wondered
where all the time had went,
but there was barely
enough time
to bend forward
to kiss your cheek.
Passing –
you passed so quickly
and moments later
your absence was felt
reverberating within my heart
loud, rushing, screeching pain
of all the questions left unanswered
of the moments yet to witness
without your shadow near.
Know I hold you close
I hold you close
and I promise
I have never forgotten…
you bravely taught me
how to love you
even in passing.

(c) Sumyanna 2017

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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04.22.17
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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Bailey Hunter @DarkRecesses @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Spreading the Writer's Word

The Ladies of Horror

Exit the World Dreaming
by Bailey Hunter

I don’t know when it began; I only know that it grows steadily worse.  Entire days seem to flit past and I, catching only glimpses of them, struggle to maintain a tenuous grip.
That part of my life—the part that goes on without me—has always been there.  I drift to sleep and he takes over.  He leaves me with mundane, simple images of the monotony of work, families, dinners and conversations.  They were never more than a slight interruption in my world.
Things have changed.  These interludes last longer and are becoming increasingly more shattered.  Darkness and hunger permeates every shard of these missing moments.  I try to force myself to stay awake but I am unable.
I fear I am losing my place in this world.
When I do finally wake, the images of those lost hours sit rancid…

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