Better Homes and Gardens
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Myka & Gabriel: & the Herb Pots
This was written using my characters Myka and Gabriel from The Demon’s Secretary in mind. I have been practising using writing prompts to produce scenes for works that seem to come to mind while I’m writing them out. He had… Continue reading
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Hotel of Jars
The trees in her backyard were filled with hanging jars, each with wreaths around their necks fitted with floral decorations such as small flowers and pretty ferns. It looked like a collection of strung up and decorated jars lit up… Continue reading
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Wreath and Terracotta
On the front and back doors of the house were green wreaths, living by the warmth of the sun and the spray of water. The were wreaths of ferns and moss, little safety circles for fey who wandered too far… Continue reading
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A Dreary Party
She’d been at the party for ten minutes and considered it ten minutes too long. She wandered around, not bothering to put on a more pleasant face for she cared not for how the others perceived her and even less… Continue reading
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Getting back to doing Writing Prompts
I’ve started using my Better Homes and Gardens magazines for writing prompts again. Last night I just had a sudden burst of writing and enjoyed myself as I flicked through and jotted down anything that popped into my mind. It… Continue reading
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Thursday Setting: My Ideal Room
My ideal room is one at the end of the house far away from the front door where it’s my personal space. Where it’s easy to slip in and out of avoiding guests to keep my mind on track but… Continue reading
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The Christmas Edition
She had cream coloured hair, with caramel streaks. her eyes were a variant of light browns, like walnuts without their shell. A snowy path with lanterns dangling from the trees, dimly lighting the way with a little swing as… Continue reading
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A Flower Child
Her hair sticks out in thick, orange locks, like a bonnet of petals, the blondish centre appearing to be the centre of this little flower. Continue reading
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The Little Shed
At the end of the trail was a little turquoise cabin. It was small and opened with two glass doors that folded against their frame. Surrounding the cabin, and even crawling up and over the roof, were flowers of an… Continue reading
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Floral Dress
Brush strokes like fine petals layered upon one another. With a skirt that looked like a waterfall of vines. Continue reading
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