The stairs of a dream Start with having one Begin the path of that it takes you Don’t give up when you need To take a few steps backwards Remember, it’s a process To go where you need to be Alex| Mybookworld24
On this special night When it starts to get dark The lines of this world Connect to another And there is some spooky Or some sweet The question now is Which one do you want to be? (This is my way to celebrate)| Mybookworld24
For once on a time Is the first few words of a fairytale The start of a story to come Though the pages that travel That you translate based On your life and the emotion You currently have running through you Alex| Mybookworld24
October is the month I was born and the month my mother died. Sweetness and sadness rolled into one. It …Continue reading →| Deborah J. Brasket, Author
Another acronym. Esther Chilton’s Wednesday writing prompt this week is Money Make me an offer. Then offer me more. Never forsake me when expenses soar. You're flush with a fortune that I can spend fast, avoiding the chill shadow loan’s spectre casts. Know I will love you so long as it lasts. I couldn’t get … Continue reading Material Match| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Esther Chilton’s writing prompt this Wednesday is Shade “Knock on her door; I dare you to.”“The witch’s house? No fear!No point asking her, ‘trick or treat?'She gave no treats last year."The window shade is drawn, but stirsas eggs fly, and boys jeer.She sits beside that window blind,not going out at all.She sits and watches time … Continue reading Shady| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
A brief scene. After the Funeral “I fancy a Scotch.” “Now, Dad, you mustn’t go drowning your sorrows,” said Alice. “Are you sure you’re alright tonight? You’re welcome to stay with us.” “Thanks, love. I’ll be fine.” “You don’t want to sit here moping on your own.” He wouldn’t be. Tomorrow he was adopting a … Continue reading What to post when you’ve nothing to post…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Esther Chilton’s writing prompt this week is Club. My friends came back after school today.Things get a bit noisy when we play.Barry and Shane can get carried away.(“I wish,” sometimes my mum…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Image is from Pexels Tears are the body’s way of relief More than we seem to ignore Then we tend to believe Like a chain that has loops Each of them has its own to explore And not to ignore| Mybookworld24
Image is from Pexels When I come to my dad’s, it’s a toss of the dice if I sleep or not, and yesterday was a no night, I don’t know why, since I have the same medical bed as I do at my place,…| Mybookworld24
Image is from Pexels The beginning of a leaf Starts with the pattern of its lines With one drop of water at a time Gifted by the rain Playing in the wind With the other young leaves Then comes fall…| Mybookworld24
My debut novel When Things Go Missing is finally, officially, published today! It is a creative endeavor long in the making that enriched my life and I hope will enrich the lives of readers. Y…| Deborah J. Brasket, Author
This week’s writing prompt from Esther Chilton is Cards “Bye, love.” Mum called from the hallway. I called back from the kitchen, where I was loading the dishwasher. Tuesday dinner was a weekly ritual from the days when the kids were still young enough to need supervising after school. Today, Mum had dropped off her … Continue reading Tarot Trauma| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
… an acrostic. Esther Chilton’s writing prompt this week is Promises. Promises made to be broken. Like flawedRules, devised to get ignored.Or else, why vow we’d be together,Make promises to love forever.I believed them. More fool me:Simple, trusting devotee.Eternity is brief, it seems.Short and sweet as passing dreams. Haven’t we all heard them?| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
This was a verse I put together in answer to a challenge from a writing magazine which has since folded. My poem wasn’t selected for publication. You will see why as you read. I originally ar…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Can you believe it! Nearly a decade in the making, two title and book cover switches, tons of editing and …Continue reading →| Deborah J. Brasket, Author
Le Pradet, Jeune Femme Au Hamac (Nono)Henri Lebasque What are our responsibilities toward our own self-actualization? I think we all seek authenticity, to be who we truly think we are “at heart.” T…| Deborah J. Brasket, Author
Image is from Pexels Today, 24 years ago The world was shaken and shattered When everyone, no matter what you were It was shocking, still waiting For what will happen next Knowing that some mums an…| Mybookworld24
Ready for one more romantic song, yet to me it meant something else altogether. The music dilemma I’m having is that I can find some songs on YouTube but not on Spotify. One such example is Stronge…| Mybookworld24
Eshet Chilton’s writing prompt this week is Charge. My daughter came to visit mewith Flo and Eddie, six and three,and solar lights to light my treeplugged into panels underneath.Reluctantly, …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Esther Chilton’s writing prompt for this week is Element(s) I’ve had a similar prompt in the past (see one I made earlier at the bottom of my What Next post). Once I’d re-read the…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Things have been crazy around here this summer, getting ready to launch my debut novel, as well as visits with the grandkids, swimming in our backyard bathtub (the pool and air temp both a lovely 8…| Deborah J. Brasket, Author
A short story Beginning Again He is woken by pressure around him. He being pushed along some kind of tunnel. He remembers an explosion. The Presidential plane tipped, and staff rushed to his side. …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
I’ve always been fascinated by the Japanese art of kintsugi and all it represents. “The story of kintsugi—this style of pottery—may be the most perfect embodiment of all our trauma-shattered …| Deborah J. Brasket, Author
A verse, written to a title prompt It’s been so long since last we spoke so many moons ago.I knew then I should say goodbye, but still I can’t let go.So many thoughts I left unshared, so many words…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Finding things to blog about Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I confess that serialising Jay and Robin saved me much guilt when I couldn’t think of anything to blog about in what has been a cha…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
My name is a Laura. I am eight years old. I live in Valencia, Spain. Valencia is on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. Valencia is very ...| englishvalencia.blogspot.com
Valery is eleven years old. She lives in Valencia, Spain, on| English Valencia
Here we go! More babbling about IF! In my last post, I talk a little bit about my long-term Twine project. It’s quite ambitious, and it will likely be a while before even the prologue is in a playable state. Luckily, I tripped and fell headfirst into an awesome opportunity completely by chance that is […]| History Will Say This Was Just a Book Blog
Moving On Robin No regrets. It’s good to be back in Tarfen. In Fendle, I appreciated being the one to set the pace for a change, while Jay floundered. Now I have made that mental break from my fixa…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Buying Time Jay I lay in bed and surveyed my room. For tonight, it was still my room. The mutt lay curled at the end of the bed on a heap of my clothes. How did he get in? Fin had turned up at the …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Retaliation Jay In my room, I found garments that would fit Fin, loosely speaking, and we changed out of our travelling clothes. The stray dog followed me whenever I emerged into the yard. By the t…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Willy is twelve (12) years| English Valencia
Back Home Jay We settled the bill and left the tavern together. Outside, I stopped and checked that my pack was securely fastened. “Um… my family doesn’t know everything… about the breakup with Sto…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
I don’t often enter poetry competitions, but Writing Magazine wanted a sonnet this time, which has to rhyme, so a level playing field. Although mine didn’t win, I was mentioned in the s…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Friends in Need Robin Eden had been quiet after work yesterday, even offhand. Ro seemed puzzled by the silence, so I made reassuring noises about work being busy. Eden was still uneasy at the prosp…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day One Ira Fern had barked at the youngster climbing through the window, but she was used to tarlings coming to admire her litter and had no expectation of harm. Her nest smelled of milk and warm …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
A New Day Jay The sky outside lightened, and I despaired. It was tomorrow already. The other rooms were at last silent, but the chance of sleep had passed. My throat was dry, and my head ached. I d…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
The Mucky Duck Jay I had walked to the Assembly buildings from the Mucky Duck. It was further than I’d realised, but the walk back seemed longer still. I told myself I had taken Rob by surprise, bu…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Meeting Up Robin Eden said, “You and Jay will want to go and catch up. Perhaps we’ll see you tomorrow.” Tomorrow? I thought. Surely, you’ll see me tonight? I held the office door open a…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
New Friends and Old Robin I never yearned to travel, as Jay did. People are the same everywhere, and Fendle was challenge enough. Scenery is earth and sky. But I enjoyed Tarfen’s busyness and diffe…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Midwinter Robin Rowan stayed with me now whenever Eden was called away for a day or two. This meant that Ro missed school less often, but it also meant Eden’s parents saw less of their grandchild. …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Fendle Jay When I returned to the shores of consciousness and found myself in my own bed, the throbbing had reduced to a dull ache and my remaining fingers didn’t hurt so much. They didn’t move muc…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Tarfen Robin The Assembly was housed in a former manor house, built mainly of stone around an open square. Before the Great Sickness, it had housed the Chief’s family, but disease has no respect fo…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Twenty-four, Jay On the last night of our journey, I had settled myself for sleep when Storm found me. Our thoughts met, and I hadn’t the energy to block the incoming regret. Having registered …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Twenty Jay I’d meant to leave a note and slip away early, but I slept for most of the day into the evening and still had to be shaken awake. Cris wanted to change my dressing. The discharge ooz…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Nineteen Jay My head hurt. My eyes wouldn’t open. Well, they might if I tried harder, but I didn’t want to risk it. I had drunk too much strong cider and barley wine. (Storm tasted of barley wi…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Eighteen, Robin It was Funday: the week’s end after six days of work. In the past, teaching hadn’t felt so much like work. I had spent too long at home. Eden arrived dressed for the occasion in…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Eighteen, Jay After a full day’s rest, I felt better, and made sure to say so. Once settled in its sling, the throbbing in my hand had receded to a background ache, so long as I didn’t try to m…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Seventeen Day Seventeen Jay The next two days were a blur of pain, and road, and trees, and sky, and more pain. I’d used my undershirt to fashion a sling for travelling and hoped the weather wo…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Travelling companions at the end of the line Next year it will be ten years since this encounter and yet I still haven’t told many about it. It was September 2012 and I was travelling back home from my first visit to Tuscany and amore was still in the process of becoming one. The goodbye […]| Manja Mexi Mexcessive (closed)
Day Fifteen Jay Our destination was the inn called the World’s End, on Wendale’s border at the foot of the Llannoc mountains. We didn’t plan to stay at the inn itself but to rest out of sight for a…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Fourteen, Robin Kip and Brook helped me with Ira’s grave. Redbreasts watched us dig, waiting for worms to appear. Sal and Aspen’s remains were here somewhere, but their location was unimportant…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Fourteen Jay I woke early and alone. I scrambled to my feet and must have looked as devastated as I felt, because Storm, who was already dressed, stopped saddling Blaze and hurried to where I s…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Twelve Jay For two days we had only our evenings together. But I would know if Storm was on the fair’s ground or out riding the countryside, just as I knew without turning when the blue eyes we…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Ten, Robin Kip went back into school for me, and I spent the morning at Cutler’s Forge. Ira’s body lay in the room that used to be our room. It would lay there now until its burning. They had f…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Ten, Jay Wow! Birds were celebrating overhead. I opened my eyes on sunlight dappling the ground. The air in the copse blew morning fresh, but we were cosy under my cover with Storm curved snug …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Nine Robin I had eavesdropped on stronger feelings than I had believed Jay capable of… passion, yearning for someone – who wasn’t me – and, worst of all, anticipation. The shock was almost phys…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Eight Robin Kip stopped by on the way to school to report that Cris left for Wendale that morning. I said I ought to go back to work. I must have sounded as uncertain as I felt, because Kip sug…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Seven Robin The morning after Eden Thatcher roused me from my apathy, Cris came with Kip before school to tell me about Brook’s interrogation. Eden had arrived while Kip was at school the previ…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Six, The Green Man The sky cleared, although the sun had barely time to warm the air before it sank behind the treetops. Mikki joined the locals and the older traders crowded inside the Green M…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
This has been a very slow month for writing. Part of that was due to a family situation that left me shouldering a lot of the daily household responsibilities and part of it was due to the holidays…| Keeper of the Wood Between Worlds
Day Six, Meetings Jay At last, the rain had stopped. Danni and Kyl, the apprentices, helped me rig two sturdy shelters that would keep off rain and withstand the wind, which was moderate by T…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Five Jay We reached High Wenn later than we’d planned. The rain slowed us, and each day’s journey stretched longer to compensate. As we crossed the bridge by the Green Man, the heavens relented…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
This short story started as a writing prompt: a photo of a family gathered around a map.| Illustrator's Way
As I’ve mentioned in a previous blog entry or two, I’ve started experimenting with Interactive Fiction or IF in order to practice branching narratives and improve my writing. There’s something very…| History Will Say This Was Just a Book Blog
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So, since I haven't come up with a soul-stirring, earth-shaking blog post today, I'll show what else I've been doing:| Illustrator's Way
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Click the link to read the story I wrote about a ministry called Divine Threads that seeks to bring hope and restoration to scared and broken women.| Illustrator's Way
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