This is not a rant. I don’t like ranting. I am not good at it… I’d much rather leave ranting to professionals, like Bitter Ben (You don’t know Ben? Click! Click! Click! Click!) or Mrs Completely (Mrs Viking more like, a hilarious woman that is a bit under the radars, for reasons that elude me!) The couple of times…… Continue reading Q like Quiet… A to Z Challenge
Words unspoken, feelings never admitted, bad timing, perhaps. Confessions carefully laid kept like a treasure, precious yet a secret that might not get to be told… Love wrapped in a perfect letter never sent, waiting for a chance meeting again, maybe, someday. #NovemberNotes – Letter Never Sent * Young Summer…… Continue reading Letter never sent…
That’s right Mum… Put the clipperz down. Now! I know where you sleeps! – Freja If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
We know, don’t we? I and you, you and me, just how complicated this life can be… It is easy to say no, so very easy to give in, the real challenge is this thin line just in between… Two tight-rope walkers, and from the distance, no one could really tell if we’re dancing…… Continue reading What would I do?
Via today’s Daily Post: Nest As I close my eyes, head throbbing, thoughts running, weighing the pain in others’ lives, comparing, knowing there is nothing worth complaining about… Just press your warm palms on my temples, until I drift away, and let me nestle, where everything is peaceful and silent. For a…… Continue reading My nest…
Some of you might remember my attempt at creating the Let me be your voice project. I just want to give bloggers a chance to speak their mind about subjects they felt a little too sensitive to post on their own blog, but important enough to be shared. This post is a great example of words…… Continue reading Letter to my patients – Let me be your voice project
Smallest palm reader ever! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Both hands on the wheel, foot to the floor, hair in the wind, an eye on the rearview mirror… I don’t even ask myself anymore. How do I do it? What is it about me, that makes things tumble like a house of cards? Every time. I know it can’t be love. Love doesn’t…… Continue reading Wrecking ball…
Night flight, cold feet. Thank God they were distributing blankets… A couples of rows before hers, the stewart sneezed loudly. Then excused himelf. She shuddered. Making his way to her seat, “Blanket?” “Thanks, but no thanks!” This is my first attempt at Monday’s One-minute Fiction prompt, hosted by Lovely Curses. This week’s theme is “Thanks, but…… Continue reading Thanks, but no thanks – #1MinFiction
It was an almost nameless little town, in an almost unknown country-side area. With little houses planted, like trees, far enough away from each other, that two neighbours could have lived their whole life without knowing they even existed, if one had no curiousity. She lived in the home her father had built from his…… Continue reading The peddler…
