Blogging · Freja · funny

Boox? Whut boox?

  Freja has tons of places to nap. TONS of places, including  a cat tree, two beds, two sofas, two armchairs and many simple chairs… No. Miss Freja would much rather knock half the books off one of the living room’s shelves. Notice the innocent look in the book-knocker’s face! *Sigh*      

Blogging · Sharing

🎶Mix & Mingle🎁With A Little Jingle🎶

Originally posted on Simply Etta :
Blog or link parties or meet & greets are the most basic and fun way for bloggers to share their work with an audience they might not normally reach, exchange ideas with fellow bloggers and an opportunity for the host blog to gain some extra traffic. It’s not the end of the month,…

Blogging · November Notes · stories

Up in flames…

  We had the best disguise, standing as ourselves… Nameless in the crowds, we walked the world, conquering ground with every new step taken. If only they had known… Or did they start to suspect something? Mayhem waiting in the shadows, rampage hungry for blood. What had been would be no more. Nevermore. Apart we…… Continue reading Up in flames…

flags · funny

Looking back on November…

Wow! Oh wow! December already! If you’re a regular of the Cove, you can skip this paragraph… You know about my flagmania already. For the others, just a quick explanation of the “looking back on” posts I look forward to every month… As bloggers, most of us keep an eye on our stats to see…… Continue reading Looking back on November…

Blogging · Fiction · November Notes · Uncategorized

Buses and trains…

    So many times, taken whole and soon left empty on the sidewalk, the perpetual victim of a heartless hit and run The wrecked leftover of their wicked love story fragile body broken to pieces, though still waiting for the one   Why? Why oh why didn’t you warn me, mommy? That they’d tear…… Continue reading Buses and trains…

Blogging · November Notes · poetry · Thoughts

You are a memory…

    Year after year, time after time, I longed for you in silence… Imagining you in their anonymous arms, when you should have been mine. And once every blue moon, my call in the night, like a wolf’s howl, drew you to my lair to appease my appetite. Oh the nights of tenderness, waking…… Continue reading You are a memory…

Blogging · Denmark · poetry

Sailing the skies…

    Sometimes,  waves are not an ocean matter… Sometimes things are just not what they seem… Dreams travel on swells made of clouds, skies meet the sea… A bridge over waters, only bright eyes can see…