The 30 Day Writing Challenge- A Review
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‘By George, I have it’ cried Henry as he took a mouthful of the strange meaty concoction that…
Beneath the waters is where I would go if I wanted to escape mankind.
Calmly, Claire closed the cover. Chapter-after-chapter of choice violence haunted her without a scar.
The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. I suddenly shocked myself…
There we were; I didn’t know what to make. I was at arm's length and so were you.…
He was crying. Ruining the hard work of men in the forevers of history who have stood proud…
The sky was luminous as we hot-footed into the park. I held your hand carefree, unhooking the dog…
When we live in a world where satellites can find us with pinpoint accuracy; why do we feel…
With clumsy club foot David crept the creaking corridors, circling the spiralling stairs.
For today’s challenge, Paddy The Poet asked me to write about ‘Integrity’ – I’d love to claim credit…
We bury our friends even though they may not be dead.
Not in sleep, but in the moments and hours between; I waste valuable seconds, minutes, and months on…
Mixed emotions flank the end of an illustrious career. Hard toil giving way to empty days. The rush…
Feeling the funk emanate we shuffled and boogied. Like zombies of the nights on Broadway- arms thrusting moving…
It had been a hard day’s night and John, Paul, George, and Ringo had all been working like…
Outside pack rear. Favourite place. Whistle blows. Black jammer takes lead. Double pip, the pack moves on.
Brexit. It seemed like the end of the world as we knew it.
Her footsteps crunching through crisp autumn leaves beat in time to the thud of her heart and the…
Today’s challenge comes from my wife, Chrissie, and it’s a bit different to the other prompts I’ve had…She’s…
Three thirty, on the dot. He sits. No paper. No dog. No pipe. He just sits.
I have a cloudy memory but I’ve always been drowning in cotton candy words. I tried to put…
