It has been 200 years since the birth of one of the world's most famous literary sisters, Anne Brontë . . .
Writing Prompt no.23 - What’s the weather outside your window doing right now?
It's not only a new year, but it is also a new decade . . . Which my boss kindly pointed out means I have seen four decades on this planet. I am torn between a feeling of triumph for lasting this long and a sense of dread for the rapidly approaching wrinkles. With that … Continue reading 2020 Writing Goals
Today marks the birthday of the fine English Playwrite and Novelist, Wilkie Collins. Born on 8th January 1824 in London, and he became one of literature's most adored authors.
This is what I will be using to put together my book reviews this 2020 in ten easy steps . . .
Write about what you wish you had said . . . You would go about your daily life and I would watch in awe. As you were getting ready for work, I would gaze at you and think about how lucky I was to wake up to you every morning. As you drove away, I … Continue reading Writing Prompt No.21
I fear there's no escape, from an inconsequencial fate, From the tears held back, from the hands that suffocate. I'm frustrated, that year after year, Has led me nowhere, And my dreams are left somewhere that I can't remember. I wait. I wait, And I see no change, Any view of a future, so far … Continue reading Something.
It had been years since I had left home . . . Having a love for roaming alone, Walking along the cobblestones, An "old soul" reminiscing about long ago. The bow window and the park below, With trees of yellow, red and gold, The literature carved into the stone, The view of the chateau at … Continue reading Step Outside
Write about the secret love of your life. He was always there. He made her laugh more than she had ever laughed before. He made her smile wider than she knew she could. He held her together when her whole world was falling apart. Seldom did she find comfort in others, but he was her … Continue reading Writing Prompt #19
It took so long to leave because... He had texted her to meet him at six-thirty on platform two or he would leave without her and they would never see each other again. She had every intention of going, she loved him. She sat on a boulder on the promenade, forty feet away from the … Continue reading Writing Prompt #18