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Prompt: the sea // Letters to September – 18
Calm and wild during night and day.The waves will always listen to what you have to say.No matter what age you are, where you’re from or where you stand.Walk along her shores and discover her soft brushes when she kisses the sand.Play with her waves as they curl and break.But don’t get to cocky because…
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Prompt: stains on the floor // Letters to September – 17
She grew up in a house with white walls and clean floors. Everything always neat and tidy. Not a single misplaced item or lingering coffee mug. It was her house but it still felt empty. Stripped from emotions and banter. Not a mark on the wall that kept a memory of her first try on…
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Prompt: conversations at candlelight // Letters to September – 16
After finishing their dinner Rob starts to collect the dishes of the table while Sasha walks into the kitchen to get a wet cloth to wipe down the table. They have been married for only two years but have already found a comfortable rhythm that worked for them both. Before they lived together Rob would…
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Letters to September – an update and a little change
I’m officially halfway through my Letters to September challenge and I am loving every moment of it so far. Writing pretty much every single day can sometimes be a challenge in itself but I found that if I focus for at least a few minutes I can get something down on paper. And the moment…
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Prompt: stranger in a city // Letters to September – 15
When the sun rises and the soft light of the morning sun peaks through the curtains Elizabeth crawls out of bed. She grabs her robe and makes her way down to the kitchen. She can still not believe she can call this house her home. With two bedrooms – one of them she turned into…
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Prompt: rainy day // Letters to September – 14
Sitting outside on the porch with a warm cup of tea in her hands Amber looks out across her front yard. A soft blanket covers her waist and the book she was reading lays open and forgotten on her lap. The words on the pages patiently waiting to be met by her eyes. For now,…
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Find joy in small things
This morning was like every other. Got up around 7am, got myself and my daughter dressed and ready for school. Breakfast was enjoyed and lunch was made. Well, lunch for my girl not for myself, that would have to wait when I got back from dropping her off at school. Now here is where something…
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Prompt: the echoes of your words // Letters to September – 13
The echoes of your words haunt me in my dreams.I spend restless nights going over them, trying to find the hidden meanings.Can I place them in a different order, will the message still be the same?What did you mean when you said you didn’t want to lose me when you walked away.What did it mean…
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Prompt: lost // Letters to September – 12
The honeymoon phase didn’t last, even though I wished that it did. The rose tinted glasses lost their glow and eventually I had to take them off. When I did I finally saw you for who you really were. But I didn’t want to believe it. I kept telling myself that no one is perfect,…
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Prompt: time // Letters to September – 11
We gave it a name but it’s not there to touch. It can’t be seen or felt, but it will never judge. It always moves like a sequence of events that occurs in apparently irreversible succession. From past through present, into the future where it has not even happened. It can move to fast to…
My Rambling Shelves
Thoughts, feelings and sometimes more – original writings by Merel
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Welcome to My Rambling Shelves – a blog filled with thougths and feelings all wrapped in short stories or free-form poems. Because I mostly write from emotions and through emotions you can expect to find both light and hard-hitting stories on here.
Most of the stories I write are based on true events or experiences I’ve had. To branch out and try to push my writing into the next gear I’ve challenged myself to post either a non-fiction or fiction story every single day in September. You can now read them all below!
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