I write because I read. I read because I write.
Writing starts in your heart, proceeds in your mind and ends in your hands. – rosemawrites A writer without a laptop will still be able to write. As long as there are words that can either bite or delight. Whenever, wherever no one can block. A heart, mind and hand with ideas that can’t be… Continue reading Spaceless
NOTE: Seconds was ORIGINALLY written by Sheridan Johnson and originally posted in her wonderful blog Journey with the Johnsons last December 09, 2015. All copyright belongs to her. Close your eyes and imagine how many seconds are in 24 hours. How many seconds that you have, each and every given day. ♦ What if I told you that… Continue reading Seconds by Sheridan Johnson: A Reblog
They say I'm fat, oh, I don’t do weight’s math. Yes, I don’t care! - They say my nose’s flat, oh, and I have bulky butt! Hell, I don’t care! - They say my face’s ugly, oh, yes I’m not pretty. Hell, I don’t care! - Reading these words, of fake and fallacy, I cried. Yes,… Continue reading Bullied
Note: This is the 'not-planned' fourth and last (promise) part of my short fiction series "Seasons". Please do read the first, second and third parts for better reading experience. 🙂 This epilogue is also inspired by 'Breathe Again' a song by Sara Bareilles. You can listen to it here. --- Warm wind’s blowing. Loud silence’s… Continue reading Seasons: Epilogue
Creative juices flowing outpouring unceasing unyielding. - I want to ask how why what when and where. - But I stop. 'Cause I don't even care. - So, go flow go show don't slow. ------ ©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Superb Wallpapers Day 5: Freedom by Impossiblebebong Freedom is a fundamental… Continue reading Free Flow
Sitting still in a steel stool, she begs, weeps for one more second. - Endearing, exquisite enchanter, ends first cry on her life's first second. - Captured candid cheesy charade, changed by sudden death in a second. - Old oak observes ordeals, orbits of earth’s occupants’ every second’s beat. - Nervous nerves never needed, not… Continue reading Hidden Seconds
slowly drifting silently sinking gradually calming million cells shouting - welcoming blackness embracing blankness letting mind rest leaving world’s mess --- ©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Link In response to Writing 101: Day 3: Sleep by Rohit Pandey Sleep: a world where our thoughts rule. A place where reality is overshadowed by dreams.… Continue reading Falling: Writing 101, Day 3
Have I made the right decision to quit my former job? When articles, tasks, welcomed me like a mob. - Have I made the right choice to become a writer? When my brain cells sometimes falter? - Have I made the right turn to pursue my dreams? When the reality is not always what it… Continue reading Reflected Answer: Writing 101, Day 2
When your happy with a job that isn’t worthy It’s magic. - When your content with a life without your consent It’s magic. - When you wake up and each morning’s a triumph It’s magic. - When you love and you’re loved back It’s magic. - Yes, I guess, every day’s a magic, of the… Continue reading Classic Magic: Writing 101, Day 1
I'm an audience for decades now and no one knows I’m watching. --- 1945 “Ssshhh,” I whispered to myself. Hiding behind my wooden closet across my huge mirror, trembling with fear, I am finding it hard to breathe. “Please, Lord, don’t let them see me, please, oh please.” 2015 “You’re such a beautiful lass,”… Continue reading Mirror: Vignettes for Writing 101
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