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
I fear the time That I would have to let you go Since I have been your human And you, my soul dog My bed become yours My dear pillow staler My heart holder Alex| Mybookworld24
Ever thought if tomorrow never comes How would you live the rest of today What will be your farewell to the world What will be your mark or sign That you lived here for how many years Alex| Mybookworld24
The name the wind calls That you start to think it’s false Calling to your ear To bring you back here Back to your family roots Or to your truths The weight of a ton But some things can’t be undone Alex| Mybookworld24
What people think about the bully breeds Is that they will attack everything and anything So they should be kept in a cage In reality, they are lovebugs Their tail are always wagging A loyal friend who won’t leave your side (Even when you want them to) Alex| Mybookworld24
I will write a song without words Because I want to hear yours The kind of crowds and tours And I’m willing For the holes that need filling In the calm and the thrilling Alex| Mybookworld24
When I asked why Boys can’t play Barbies dolls And girls can’t play with cars Teachers looked at me Like I said, a bad word To young me A toy is just a toy No other meaning behind it Alex| Mybookworld24
The beauty in the magic Are the things you can’t Not the ones you are seeing Therefore, understandable to the world But the hidden message Is there for you only to see And it’s easy to miss If you aren’t careful Alex| Mybookworld24
The colours you see in the sea Are bright and free From the creatures Who calls it home When the sun rays Hit the water The magic is uncovered Looking at the deep surface Where they come out to play alex| Mybookworld24
A book you can’t put down Since you want to know What’s the next and the next Page has to say The why and how The story will go Until the final words That is the end Alex| Mybookworld24
Image is from Pexels When I was a teen I used to dream For a friend for the outside world Since people would visit me At my home or online But on the street or at school They turn their face As if …| Mybookworld24
A rhyme in answer to this week’s writing prompt from Esther Chilton, which was window. My window into yesterdayopens when I close my eyesto listen, while my music playsand memories arise.Teenage tunes, years raising children…memories that last.They fill the air. They fill my head:my window to the past.Looking back, I know my viewis softened by … Continue reading Nostalgia| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
A poem He lurks with his acolytes by the school gateand when I’m at Chess Club, he’ll sometimes still wait.I’ve tried sneaking out, but he knows where I live.He’ll hurt me if I don’t have money to …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Image is from Pexels At the tip of your tongue But no matter how much Your mind is thinking To let the words out It feels like the universe Has something to say And finds a need for you To listen …| Mybookworld24
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 …Continue reading →| Deborah J. Brasket
I was prompted to post this by a recent post from Stevie Turner, Let’s go Astral Planing. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Something dragged Mo out of darkness toward the striplights, away from…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
“What if” sets the imagination soaring and compels writers to pick up their pens or pull out their laptops. It’s …Continue reading →| Deborah J. Brasket
My dreams have always been enticingly rich and evocative. Often it’s as if I’m watching an elaborate film in gorgeous …Continue reading →| Deborah J. Brasket
Writing—or any creative endeavor—to some extent is a leap of faith and a huge personal risk: Faith that what you have to offer others will be worth the time it takes to read your work and will add …| Deborah J. Brasket
Image is from Pexels One summer night, many years ago I was planning to stay at home But my mum guilted me into going to a BBQ There, I saw a familiar face But my mind didn’t connect the dots at fi…| Mybookworld24
Image is from Pexels Turning my head At the start of the soft piano Trying to follow the noise Trying to guess If it’s in my head Or the world around Will be my friend And help me understand This i…| Mybookworld24
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
As promised (or threatened…?) here’s one I made earlier. She ran for her life. Sanctuary was in sight – she had a clear run along the woodland path. So did he. He had appeared from nowh…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Photo of French Actress Barbara Laage, Alone in Her Apartment Reading What books were most influential in shaping the way you think and write today? It’s a question I asked myself years ago. What f…| Deborah J. Brasket
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
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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
Image is from Pexels Here is my question to you Why and how is a body Worth more than others? Based on your gender Colour of your skin Or where do you come from When all of us Are the children of o…| Mybookworld24
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
This short story started as a writing prompt: a photo of a family gathered around a map. Maddie sighed and leaned back against the to...| illustratorsway.blogspot.com
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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