At the Foot of the Sierras. Your life is an occasion. School and How to Get a 4. My friend, Matt at The Book Blogger. Has a weekly flash fiction challenge entitled, Flash Fiction Foray.

Perfecting the art of murder one word at a time. I hope my husband would slap a little lipstick on me before he took me to the morgue. In the last 5 years, I have come to realize that women are NUTS! Why is being of the female gender so difficult? And why is this stuff not taught to you when you a.

My habit when I travel back home, from anywhere, is to plan new habits. Habits that will help manage my anxiety better.

Exploring the world of my imagination one post at a time. Inside, a tall and slender built man of about twenty-five years, smartly dressed in a tailored waistcoat with dark brown hair and smouldering eyes, is striding quickly into his study. Behind him a young girl of delicate and pure beauty, carrying a slight weight around her stomach rushes breathlessly to catch up with her employer.

Twenty four short stories in twelve months. The Dawning of a Story. There is something magical about getting up in the dark, staggering out the door bleary eyed and becoming fully awake in the outdoors watching the dawn break. I was tagged by Symphony of Literacy.

I step out of the airport and look up. Skyscrapers tower above me and even the sky itself looks foreign. 8220;And then we go on an adventure? I laugh. If you would like to know the story behind these prompts, click here.

I Can Eat All The Pies! The writings of a student journalist who suffers from Cystic Fibrosis. 6 things the Harry Potter films missed out. Any long term readers of this blog will know I am a huge fan of Harry Potter. Along with my housemates, we even created and began the first Harry Potter society at my university. Would fit into the 8 films, but there are some aspects which I think should have been included. 8211; The Hogwarts kitchen .

Feed me, jealously, plaster me languid. Shed the shine from my milky tired eyes. Keep me bed-ridden, terrified, dead inside. Fold this weight, bank it upon me. Sugar-coated distraction, elated and relaxing. Keeps mocking eyes on me ever so lasting. Sun shines within me, my eyes like blinds. Keep it from pouring out. Keep me from moving about. Lax and taut, a butterfly knot. Keep me bathing in obscurity. 3 This next page .