Tag: writing creativity
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Scattered Stars (Snapshot Stories 39)
Between the scattered stars, the moon rises bright and shy. The darkness all around is alive with the careful, cheerful, busy songs of unseen creatures as they get on with their night-lives. And if you breathe in deep, you can smell the faint scent of the rain-dropped frangipanis around you. Or, if you prefer the…
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A Dragonfly Floats (Snapshot Stories 38)
A dragonfly floatsBeneath a big scoop of skyA field of starflowers Backstory: My haiku words are from 2020. My illustration is from yesterday and today (and I’m pretty happy with it!) Return to Snapshot Stories
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Lake, Light, Lost: A Photo Essay
Take a walk around a local lake at dusk. Some evenings, the water is mirror-still. The wind breathes softly. The moon might spill a drop of moonlight. There are reflective moments and moments to reflect. The trees might look up. Or they might look down. You might find Rorschach conversations with a slip of a…
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Climbing the Stone Wall (Snapshot Stories 26)
They stared up at their portion of stone wall. In the hesitant light of the quarter moon, they could see some of the stones were as wide as their outstretched arms. There were bright flowers of deep pink which bloomed everywhere. Some were as large as their heads, others were tiny enough to perch on…
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Ree-Writes #24: A Year On
Ree-flections Hello! Well, this issue has slipped into being two weeks late. But, as this is around the time of Ree-Writes‘ first birthday, all things considered, the timing has been unintentional but fortuitous. In-between issues, there have been birthdays and work things and sickness and first-ever school excursions among other things. Alongside this, my creeativity…
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Ree-Writes #22: Eclectic
Ree-flections I’ve got an interesting, eclectic mix of shares for you in this issue! In the name of creativity, there are clowns, colours, crusts and calculators. There’s a collage too. Here’s my past of couple of weeks in a pic collage: Clockwise L-R: I hope my words find you well in your world, and I…
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The Woman Walked (Snapshot Stories 11)
The road edges frayed into stones and sand. The woman’s footfalls were as quick as they’d been at dawn, even if her feet were now caked in dirt and dust. At her side, the large dog ambled easily. It was invisible to everyone except her. Occasional locals speared her with wondering glances, but didn’t cross…
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