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Pen | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. April finished reading the last paragraph of her manuscript, placed it on the kitchen table, and looked at her Mother, who was standing at the kitchen sink, daydreaming into the garden. What do you think, Mother? She asked, rotating her thumbs in her sweaty clasped hands. Her Mother turned to face her. I’m left wondering what the new and fragrant society was like. Like my Facebook page. Like my Facebook page. Follow me on Twitter. RT @ victoria grif7. RT @ paw space. Up to 100 Words.
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Poetry | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. On this page, I document all of the Poetry pieces that I write. All of the listings contain links that will take you to that piece, via a new page opening in your browser. Wildfire, (12 Lines, Free-Verse – 10/07/2015. Augusta, (4 Lines, Free-Verse) – 28/01/2015. Hush, (3 Lines, Haiku) – 25/01/2015. Ralf, (12 Lines, Free-Verse) – 11/10/2014. Sunrise (Haiku) – 28/09/2014. 5am (14 lines, Free-Verse) – 05/09/2014. Daydream (Haiku) – 01/09/2014. Untamed (Haiku) – 14/08/2014. A porcelain ...
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Flash Fiction | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. Category Archives: Flash Fiction. I long to roll down the river called Prism Dreams; to feel the night sky percolate the open pores of my skin. But I heard that the riverboat overturned last winter; had kicked all of the stars out of kilter, had halted the flicker of dragonfly wings under a wearisome moon. I heard that life had become receptive to the fear that had flourished in the eyes of the submerged. Up to 100 Words. Up to 100 Words. Up to 100 Words. What do you think, Mother?
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Prose | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. April finished reading the last paragraph of her manuscript, placed it on the kitchen table, and looked at her Mother, who was standing at the kitchen sink, daydreaming into the garden. What do you think, Mother? She asked, rotating her thumbs in her sweaty clasped hands. Her Mother turned to face her. I’m left wondering what the new and fragrant society was like. Wishing you all a frightful evening…. So what have I been up to in the world of literature, of late? Well, it keeps me w...
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Garden | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. Up to 100 Words. April finished reading the last paragraph of her manuscript, placed it on the kitchen table, and looked at her Mother, who was standing at the kitchen sink, daydreaming into the garden. What do you think, Mother? She asked, rotating her thumbs in her sweaty clasped hands. Her Mother turned to face her. I’m left wondering what the new and fragrant society was like. Like my Facebook page. Like my Facebook page. Follow me on Twitter. RT @ victoria grif7. RT @ paw space.
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Mother | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. April finished reading the last paragraph of her manuscript, placed it on the kitchen table, and looked at her Mother, who was standing at the kitchen sink, daydreaming into the garden. What do you think, Mother? She asked, rotating her thumbs in her sweaty clasped hands. Her Mother turned to face her. I’m left wondering what the new and fragrant society was like. Like my Facebook page. Like my Facebook page. Follow me on Twitter. RT @ victoria grif7. RT @ paw space. Up to 100 Words.
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Life | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. I long to roll down the river called Prism Dreams; to feel the night sky percolate the open pores of my skin. But I heard that the riverboat overturned last winter; had kicked all of the stars out of kilter, had halted the flicker of dragonfly wings under a wearisome moon. I heard that life had become receptive to the fear that had flourished in the eyes of the submerged. Up to 100 Words. Book Review: Wild by Cheryl Strayed. Will she be involved in a terrible incident, or even die?
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Flash fiction | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. Tag Archives: Flash fiction. I long to roll down the river called Prism Dreams; to feel the night sky percolate the open pores of my skin. But I heard that the riverboat overturned last winter; had kicked all of the stars out of kilter, had halted the flicker of dragonfly wings under a wearisome moon. I heard that life had become receptive to the fear that had flourished in the eyes of the submerged. Up to 100 Words. Up to 100 Words. Up to 100 Words. What do you think, Mother? 150 W...
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Home | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. It’s all happening…. It has been a while since I have posted on my blog, and this has been due to two very big reasons. Firstly, me and my fiance are expecting our first baby in November, and secondly, we are also due to move into a new house in the next few months (fingers crossed! Two big life-changing events running in parallel. As you can imagine, life has become very busy with mountains of organising, paperwork and to-do lists! May your golden wings fall from the sky,. In a nut...
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Fiction | a little bird tweets
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A little bird tweets. I long to roll down the river called Prism Dreams; to feel the night sky percolate the open pores of my skin. But I heard that the riverboat overturned last winter; had kicked all of the stars out of kilter, had halted the flicker of dragonfly wings under a wearisome moon. I heard that life had become receptive to the fear that had flourished in the eyes of the submerged. Up to 100 Words. My 2016 Reading List. 8217; If we are reading for the pleasure, then I’d advise abandonin...
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