Why not challenge myself to write a blog post a day for the next 365 days? Make 2015 my Year of Blogging Dangerously? I debated keeping it to myself, but if I post it, maybe that will keep me honest.

Please read the offer document carefully before investing. But we could play? Played until the ball hit the clock and glass shattered everywhere. A whole lot of love. Oh, I enjoyed it too. It is hard not to be won over by such a charming movie, a movie which seems to love. Watching too many Tamil movies can make even.

Six Word Story Tea Time. She made her own tea now. One by one, she lovingly lined up six toy cowboys on the shelf above the cot. There they stood each night, protecting him from the bad guys as he slept. The fire was strong though. Not even one made it out alive. My Final Round entry for NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge Burning Point.

I wrote this a while back. In darkness and solitude, segregated for colour, it breeds with Revolt to produce swearing, jostling words plotting escape. Freedom creeps out one night, slinking past guards, disguised as Non-violence. Opportunity seeks refuge and gains followers in New York and London. After twenty-seven years of forced quiet servitude, the prison doors are flung open. Harmony rolls up its sleeves and rebuilds the nation.

Instead, most streets look like this one, with rows of older two-story brick buildings, iron fire escapes hitched sideways against the windows. As a child, Shayla imagined running down them as they lowered to the ground. She grips her stomach and turns in the direction of .

The queen bee of this hive. To be in the moment. VIP seat at Camp Nou, Catalonia Spain. Also experienced the media room and the tunnel players walk through before match. Firstly I am amazed at how far my first born has made it in her footie adventure. When they first joined this amazing all girls football team, never in a million years did my daughters, my husband or I ever dreamt of it giving us such a wonderful experience. Every weekend we were would drag ourselves.

I took a train ride. Yesterday and paid the fare. It was a shorter ride. Why save us for an. That will never arrive? December 28, 2016. I was a boy when war began. When every day brought forth the sighs. A world we could not recognize. But on the airfield there was hope. A place where courage, skill and might. For in the skies we were still knights.