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Three Line Tales: It Goes On

This challenge: hosted by Sonya – @ Only 100 Words –  The idea? Only 3 lines on the image! Image Credit: Gemma Evans It Goes On Marked from birth They’ll never grow up, to give their wool: to give, live That’s the thing about life… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I linked up — why not take a whirl, it could… Continue reading Three Line Tales: It Goes On

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 15

100 Word Wednesday! Image Credit: Bikurgurl Thank you for joining our awesome writing community who challenges themselves weekly as we weave together our 100 words! What 100 words would you give this image? Interested in joining us? Check out the guidelines below and ping back to be included in the Writing Wrap-up! Let the writing… Continue reading 100 Word Wednesday: Week 15

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It’s Your Future: Choose It!

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Crepuscular Hunter

Image Credit: Anjo Beckers Photography Crepuscular Hunter Ensnaring victims in honeydew words, he’s been spotted again with another woman. Softly sweeping her locks from her face, he smiled as he lowered his mouth to hers. Tongue parting her lips, his fingers caressed the nape of her neck as they searched each others mouths longingly. Fatal… Continue reading Crepuscular Hunter

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6 Word Story: I see myself in your eyes

Bikurgram Story

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Patience

Image Credit: Bikurgurl Patience As we walked to the pond, we were encouraged by all the activity. Mostly young teens, but also a few families like ours, gathered at the shore of this placid lake to drop a line and patiently wait for a bite. Seeing children pull out fish every five minutes, we watched… Continue reading Patience

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Freedom

Image Credit: Samantha Scholl Freedom I love horses. When I was a child, I loved horses. I drew horses, took riding lessons, wrote stories, and begged for horses. My love wasn’t just to have a horse, to ride a horse, but to be a horse. My father, loving me as he does, made my dreams… Continue reading Freedom