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Chapter Five ends and Vernon snatches a couple of croissants from the jaws of defeat...

Section 110 gets away with some French Pastries

The Head stood up abruptly and looked out onto the lawn. “It looks bright out there, a fine day I think.” Whilst the Head was busy forecasting, Vernon quickly put the rest of the croissant, and another, into his jacket pocket. 83 more words

Creative Writing

The Cathedral

Inside the great cathedral there is both a deep peace and a quiet agony that sits still. You leave a bustling street, reeking of garbage and diesel fluid, and you find yourself beneath arching parapets and impassioned statues. 448 more words

Creative Writing

Pixel Prose Challenge–Montana Autumn

Fall stealthily creeps from the base of the mountains

to the tips of the trees with a frosty morning greeting.

The air, crisper now, sparkles in the dew as… 391 more words

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Sunday: From The Word For "Flower"

“Oh! It’s beautiful!” Anabel squeaked.

Her tiny fingers clasped around the tines of the towering, iron gate, and she pressed her face between the bars for an uninterrupted look. 254 more words

Creative Writing

ebb (n).

This year has been a year of questions. This year has been a year of waiting. This year I feel someone came and hacked off all my hair in a reckless, hasty way and all I can do is sit and wait for it to grow. 455 more words

The Word Project.

IT IS HERE.

pleasure without guilt

it is not as peaceful as it sounds

it is wrong that it is a white dove or a pendant like the Mercedes… 171 more words

Observations And Ponderings - Life As It Is!

Underskin

We fall into the solace of our sins,

held together by lonely underskin;

this facade of a world we live.

Spilled Ink