Tag: creative writing
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Meadow Tea Party (Snapshot Stories 41)
The little girl wandered through the sunny meadow. In her hands, she carefully carried a tiny picnic rug and a toy tea set which included a teapot, 4 cups and saucers all on a tray, all decorated with delicate lilacs and roses. The meadow was filled with bright green grass in every direction, and bright,…
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The Stream (Snapshot Stories 36)
The newcomer to the mountain village spent a lot of time walking. Her cherry-red coat was very visible between tall fir trees smudged with mist and alongside the preoccupied mountain streams. She seemed to favour one of the streams in particular. The one where its bridge looked over the neatly-edged black stones, divided by the…
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Ajar and into the night (Snapshot Stories 34)
When the book got left ajar on the shelf, the black-and-white cat slipped out from between the pages and disappeared through the open window into the night. A little silhouette in a world of starlight. The book waited patiently for her return. In the meantime, holding her memory tight. For Rookie 🩷 Back to Snapshot…
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Ree-Writes #29: Twirling
Ree-flections (of things done) My words are still trickling very slowly. But I’ve taken to browsing my pretty notebook in which I’ve jotted down all my favourite microfics. Most of these stories are tiny – created for Twitter and its original 140-character limit. I’m now playing with these tales and sometimes expanding them a bit.…
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Twirling (Snapshot Stories 32)
In the village square, the piano accordion music twirled and swirled. It sang as it wound its way around the fast drums and joyfully dancing bodies. It rose, higher and higher, into the night. Past the golden lanterns, past the rooftops, and past the tops of the trees. Until it felt to the girl as…
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The Water Sprite (Snapshot Stories 31)
The water sprite sat crossed-legged on the lily pad and carefully sewed together her autumn leaves of ruby, sunshine, orange and crimson into an elegant dress for the Last Day of Autumn Ball. She kissed every leaf before she added it to the dress and she hoped this time, the colours would last. Backstory: This…
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Ree-Writes #26: Butterflights
Ree-flections I hope you’re enjoying the change of seasons in your part of the world. Here’s a busy collage for my Ree-flections: Left to right, by row: I drew a running green cat that LittleOne said looked like me. This tickled me a lot! I can only aspire to this level of skinny, lithe, elegant…
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Flowersend (Snapshot Stories 28)
The shop was one of several on the outskirts of the village. It was one of a string of shopfronts standing sheepishly next to a run of haughty houses, as though aware they were unwelcome interlopers. Across the road, planned green areas had dwindled into indifferent, unkempt areas which then drifted into over-long grasses which…
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Ree-Writes #25: Rivers
Ree-flections If you’re reading this, thank you for sticking around while I navigated many rivers of heart-things (rivers, rapids, rivulets, oceans and all other water-worlds). I’m trying to ree-turn to my regular Ree-Writes newsletter, and will start with a pared-down approach and see how I go. On a creative front, the most creative output I can lay…
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The Tree of Clouds (Snapshot Stories 27)
One day, a cloud dropped the seed it was holding. The cloud hadn’t quite meant to drop it right at that very moment, but these things happen, and then they happen as they will. So the cloud didn’t worry about the seed and floated on its way. The seed twisted and twirled around in the…
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The Bird of Cold and Stars (Snapshot Stories 25)
On a grey, ice-cold day in the mountains, the bird left the sky. In much the same way an autumn leaf drifts to earth when it is ready to leave its tree, the bird quietly slipped through the bitter wind currents to land on the brown earth. In a nearby hedge of gnarled wisteria trunks,…
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The Sad Clown of Carleton Park (Snapshot Stories 23)
The industrial estate at Carleton Park is a large, busy one. It has many buildings – all in varying combinations of concrete, corrugated iron and steel. Behind their smoothly painted exteriors, they all house gears and levers and joints and axles and belts obediently roll and turn and twist in their particular programs of synchronised…
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