Daily Prompt: Clutch Creative Writing Lesson 10: Part 1: using creative licence. Part 2: change the context of this chapter by switching the last paragraph to the first. Diary entry June 17 He had always thought his family didn’t get us and that made me sad. Not for me…
Its sail unfurling against the storm, it would carry us forward, us clinging to hope …
Daily Prompt: Grainy Through sometimes grainy, carefully preserved images of our lives well lived I am reminded of all the beautiful memories my family have created together, when looking through treasured photos. Today I am prompted to reminisce…and as always have found an uplifting happiness in the faces of family and friends. It is not…
I was wrong, 40 seconds goes by in a snap and next minute I was standing in our lounge room, in front of this gorgeous creature, him just out of the surf and smelling like salt — me standing in my favourite navy and white stripe, Disney Dopey night shirt!
Her little hands tucked under her chin in prayer position, lips pink with gloss, hair all tumbling curls pinned with tiny rose buds, I wondered how she was going to get through such a long day
As she made her way through the throng of scantily dressed models, production crew, buyers, family and friends all excitedly celebrating the success of the show –she looked down and saw a beautiful Tiffany’s solitaire on her finger. Coming to an abrupt halt as she ran into someone — she excused herself as she looked up to see Wilton staring back at her.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the emptiness and sorrow of a lifetime of love gone – or the sting and humiliation of love unrequited. It’s painful and can strike you unawares.
I wasn’t a wild child really – but there were six teenage boys growing up right next door.
Mr and Mrs Wilton were raising a house full of boys into men, right next door to me, and when you sat at the dinner table with them, which I did often, the fragrance of male hormone mixed with sweat and dirty socks was intoxicating to a fourteen year old girl.
‘Alice, you keep missing a step, salt then lemon — and listen, he’s not worth the hangover you’re going to have in the morning.’