After Eight Moments…
Eternity on a shell… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Month: June 2017
Creative Prompt Round-up Week 3 — Flying Through Water
For the third week, I have participated to Nikki’s Creative Prompt. Here is the latest edition of the Penguin Prompt. If you don’t know the blog Flying Through Water, come and pay Nikki a little visit! Maybe you’ll decide to join us for next week’s prompt 🙂 Hello all! Time for the Penguin (creative)…… Continue reading Creative Prompt Round-up Week 3 — Flying Through Water
Big black umbrella…
She stood, silent and still, under the large black umbrella. The rain dripped around her feet, slowly forming small pools around her somewhat dry island. The sound of the rain drops on the dark fabric lulled her. She rocked slightly to the left, and to the right, following the soft fresh breeze… How long…… Continue reading Big black umbrella…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Toi et moi, c’est mieux que nous… Toi et moi, C’est Tout.
Persevere…
In response to Nikki’s Creative Prompt – Week 3: Perservere A long, lonely trip towards learning to fly… Perseverance… The more proactive cousin of “Patience”… The blurry journey between “Not giving up” and “Knowing when to let go”. Not an easy balance to master in one’s life… Everybody wants to fly like a butterfly, but…… Continue reading Persevere…
Lips…
You stumbled, once by mistake, the second by sheer chance… I didn’t want you to think my lips were an easy meeting point. I turned away, hoping you’d find the road back to the essential… Kiss me once, kiss me once again…. Make ever other kiss, the first thing my lips…… Continue reading Lips…
After Eight Moments…
Patience, young grasshopper… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Be careful…
Gather around, Lovelies, because I am going to do something very unusual today…. I am going to be serious! (ok, close your mouth… I’m not that shallow) Our brains are weird little things (ok, mine might be a little weirder than average, but that’s not the point… I am supposed to be serious,…… Continue reading Be careful…
Midnight drink…
Fill my glass, honey forget liquor, forget wine… Serve me the perfect cocktail, a fifty-fifty mix, on the rocks, of sweet and sour extasy, and tongue burning passion. Oh, and hand me a straw….
After Eight Moments…
I’d rather wear flowers in my hair, than diamonds around my neck… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
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