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Yesterday I tweeted a request for words, lines or names to use as inspiration for a piece of fiction, a poem or a micro-story. Tweets rained onto my TweetDeck… but only one related to mine So, thanks to Gary Murning for playing! Pernickety. British English, informal. Worrying too much about small and unimportant things [= [...]

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She expected the world to turn upside down, at least tilt. She expected flowers to wilt and trees to shed their leaves. She expected time to halt, air to freeze, people to notice. She expected impact. Change. Day 1. She waited for the tears, the agony. She waited for the heartbreaking memories and the deep [...]

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ABC poem. Another day has begun, brighter than the one before. Cool breeze whispers on my window, dew glitters on the grass. Everything seems easier now. Finally. Giddy as a child, I head for the woods. In a day like this, Jesus is in the trees… Kidding, kidding! Let us find peace amongst those branches, [...]

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Dragging her feet making her way towards whatever she has to face that day. Eyes glazed and gray hair tangled as if soaked and woven everything is slow. Maybe she cares but now that she’s over the first hindrance she doesn’t listen. Hands in her pockets as if digging for lost treasures in there not [...]

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Dawn breaks, white mist hides the familiar shapes of houses, trees, mountains. Kid awakes, the air is damp and chilly as I drop’em off to daycare for a while. I crawl back into bed and convince myself I have nothing better to do but be comfortably hidden under sheets and covers. For a couple of [...]

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I’ve stayed for too long my voice is turning harsh and unforgiving. My words don’t sound like songs anymore. I should know better by now, after all this time, but I couldn’t let go when the melody caught me. I’ve stayed for too long I can’t believe my head isn’t empty yet. The trouble with [...]

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Comfort

My eyes struggle to open but stay closed as if locked by my lashes. The dark is comfy around us: No need to change that. My fingers move in a gentle, low-key way from shoulder to palm. Lids tremble, lips part. Breathe. I lay my head by his head and sleep.

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Some people hide amongst the small and crooked branches in the crown of the tree.

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