Stone Markings

I love this take on my photo – not only is there a real natural rhythm in the lines, but it also hints at the truth behind the placing of those stones. My daughter gathered them at the beach and placed them in the garden at a time when we were dealing with bereavement, and she was truly facing the serious grown up world at a very young age. How strange – in a good way – that you’ve picked up on that!

Becoming Unstuck

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She gently places her stones side by side,

creating a crystal clear division

between the serious world of adults

and the playful one of her creation.

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Written for kirstwrites’ weekly photo prompt: secret garden

Photo Credit: kirstwrites

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Weekly Photo Prompt: secret garden

Welcome to my weekly photo prompt!  Every Monday I will share a photo which I like, and taking it as a starting point, I'll endeavour to come up with a piece of creative writing.  This might be a 100 word story, a poem, haiku, limerick or longer piece - I'm not setting any rules apart from … Continue reading Weekly Photo Prompt: secret garden

Derelict

A truly creepy ending to this story! Beware seemingly deserted houses as dusk is falling….

Becoming Unstuck

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After being evicted from the property where he’d been living for two years, Will alternated between staying in homeless shelters and temporarily vacant homes, and occasionally had to sleep on the streets. Tired of moving around, he was looking for an abandoned house to occupy on a more permanent basis, recently setting his sights on one that ticked most of the boxes: a grossly overgrown lawn, a mailbox full of uncollected post, no lights at night for months on end, etc.

At dusk, he looked through the window at the first sprinkling of snow that season, and the thought of having to sleep outside spurred him into action. After gathering his meagre belongings, he crawled into his sleeping bag for a nap, preparing himself for the night ahead.

Jolted awake by a passing car blasting punk rock, Will was confused by his whereabouts for a moment. Recalling…

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