the words made my mouth taste like ash.
Okay. Alright. I got this. I'm not a nervous blogger. I don't need to pep-talk myself up before I post. I am, however, a person who runs off on tangents. I may have said recently that I was being Sensible and Logical about my novels. I've been planning it out, mapping out who and what… Continue reading Meandering Mondays
Response to this challenge. He types. Sharp words twist forth from his keyboard, dancing through a cursor into pixellated life. He wants to be powerful, wants to feel the rush of energy that flows with spite and scorn and sanctimony. The words swim on the screen, biting and cold. It's an easy matter to press send,… Continue reading Downfall
This doesn't really happen to me all that much, to be honest. I like knowing things, a lot. I distinctly remember answering a prompt about being the Patron Saint of something, and here is my answer. If there's a word I want to use, I tend to run to the dictionary or Google, look it up… Continue reading Dictionary, Excluded
Today's prompt is very mind-readery. I've been thinking for a while about writing this, so here it is.I've trained myself out of my worst speaking habit. It's one that drives me mad when others do it: gratuitous use of the word 'like.' Out shopping today, I heard a group of teens using the word frequently.… Continue reading On Dislike
i see you.it's five years laterand you're same-different.taller than i remember,same smile, same eyes.you're opposite me now andi can't decide what to say.this is new, differentand verbosity gives way to something less.it's not animosity, becausethat implies resent i don't feel.shyness; that's it,more unfamiliarity.an hour of travelbrings us to the same location.i can't approach you:there's nothing… Continue reading an ending
Writing. In some form, writing is my dream job. I like picking out and arranging and manipulating words. I love it when I read something and cry because the arrangement of words provokes my tear ducts, or laugh wildly because it appeals to my sense of humour. I love when I listen to music and the… Continue reading Doing What I Love
all that's left is a handful of words, strewn acrossthe scuffed wooden floor.
So when I saw today's Daily Prompt, I couldn't get my head around it. Imagine, if you will, the look on Voldemort's face in Deathly Hallows 2, at Malfoy Manor. More specifically, the look he had when he'd realized Harry was after the Horcruxes and was talking to Nagini. I've always thought he looked like… Continue reading Just Seven?
Words stick. She knows the answer, the words are present. She can formulate a sentence - voicing it is the issue. Her throat sort of closes up. She knows it, but she can't say, can't demonstrate that she knows it. Lack of eye contact, she leans into the wall's embrace, hopes that no-one will call… Continue reading Words Get in the Way