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February Writing Prompts: Day 21, “Impossible”

(114 words) It’s getting to the point where I’m having to drag inspiration up from its dusty grave and beat it into submission. Every day now it’s the same – look at the possibilities, think about the possibilities, and then hit a dead end. Staring into space has become my new hobby. But I’m so… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 21, “Impossible”

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February Writing Prompts: Day 20, “Good Medicine”

(168 words) “No,” he said, wrestling the prescription out of his wife’s frail hands. “You’re not having any more.” “They help!” she cried, her eyes brimming with tears. “What do you have against me getting better?” He ripped up the prescription and tossed the pieces in the bin outside the pharmacy. “They are not making… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 20, “Good Medicine”

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February Writing Prompts: Day 19, “Apple Tree”

(my first attempt at a “poem” in many years). Under the apple tree sat a squirrel, a bunch of leaves clasped in his tiny hands. In the tall grass a cat was prowling, searching for his next plaything. On the fence a blue tit perched, studying the berries in next door’s garden. But with a… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 19, “Apple Tree”

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February Writing Prompts: Day 18, “Play a Game”

(133 words) I opened the door and there they both were, lying on their stomachs and pouring over a colourful board game they had laid out on the floor. As I watched, they rolled dice and moved their plastic figured across the board, chatting away. This newfound friendship, until now non-existent, looked to be positively… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 18, “Play a Game”

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February Writing Prompts: Day 17, “Dancing”

(194 words) In his dreams she was always dancing – her arms lifted in an arc above her head, her body spinning and gliding to silent music. She always had her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. She’d dance and dance endlessly, her movements fluid and ethereal. Whenever she appeared in his dreams he’d… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 17, “Dancing”