I keep meaning to do recaps on Fridays of everything I posted during the week, but I’m so scatterbrained these days, multi-tasking has become a chore. Yeah, I realize that has nothing to do with Music A to Z, however, I must say, for someone
Welcome class! I do believe our muses took a vacation last week as there were so few assignments linked up. Rebecca led the class last week with this prompt, chosen from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar: “it was only as the two of us waited
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 10,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House,
> “A light never sees the shadow it leaves…” ~Anonymous Hope. That was the first word that came to mind every time she looked at the plaque on her wall. She had spent so much of her life doing for others that she often
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Fierce pangs ravaged Viola’s body. An insane thirst drove her through the woods, her sense of smell heightened. She followed the trail of heat, not caring what the source of that heat might be. In her plagued mind, it meant food. The leaves taunted her
> Last Friday, I left Regina sitting in a pizzeria. Today I pick it up right where I left her. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She sat back on the bench, prepared for a long evening of waiting. Her fingers brushed the cool iron as her left arm lifted
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I am ten in number, and we’ve been around eighty years. We’ve felt the tiny hands followed by tiny knees gaining speed the higher they climb. Tiny feet left imprints on our hearts as they stomped with all their force from one story to the next.
“Is this the spot? Is this where she died?” Tanna asked. Her right index finger pointed to a group of trees clustering so tightly together the sun couldn’t penetrate through them. Kaley pulled her cape closer to her body and shivered before responding. “I think