Taken on my walk during my lunch break on January 31, 2019.
They flaunt their wings and wade in the water during a cold snap–each of them reminded of their fittest survival tactics; no flying to the deep South now.
Category: One-Liners
#SixWordStoryChallenge: 24th November
How good are you at using six words creatively? Go on, give it a whirl. This week’s theme is “madness.”
Challenge open Saturday 24th November 2018 – Thursday 29th November 2018
Welcome to a slightly late Six Word Story Challenge.
Regular contributors, my apologies! It’s been a hectic week, moving back home after 2 weeks living out while the kitchen was rebuilt, then a visit from one of my oldest and best friends – all of which has left me very behind with other commitments. But I’m back, albeit 12 hours late!
So for those who have never dropped by before, here’s how it works. A new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am (or thereabouts) GMT, either on this site or that of fellow blogger Wonderwall. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to plot a story on that subject… in just six words. And your prompt for this week, echoing the crazy busy week I’ve had, is:
Madness
And here’s my attempt to get…
View original post 296 more words
We…
If this isn’t truth in plain sight, I do not know what could be. Such power in so few words and this is what she does consistently.
Peace and blessings, beautiful people. Be well and be good to yourself and to others.
… spend so much time looking without seeing that we end up being blind.
An Artist’s Vision
Total Acceptance
Gently,
the needle glides,
my skin becomes
a perfectionist’s canvas —
a vision is born.
____________________________________
DHBogucki, who I lovingly call “B” blessed me with the ink you see above. I had an idea of what I wanted, pitched it to B, and he brought it to life. He’s a tattoo apprentice based in Western NC and a darn good one too! Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.
One-Lined Poem: Feast or Famine
he feasted on the blood of her swollen heart–
bearing his soul as proof of desire: no one would know
that he killed her.
Sound Advice
A Cornered Gurl 
You must be logged in to post a comment.