Tag: Freedom
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Writing from a picture
I don’t know about you but I love it when the ground is covered in a blanket of fog. It doesn’t matter to me how cold it is or if I’m running late. When I am met with a view of mist kissing the ground on early mornings, with the sun barely making it over…
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Prompt: Midnight adventures // Letters to September – 27
When she can’t sleep all she does is stare at the wall waiting for the hours to tick by. But the clock doesn’t want to seem to move. All she wants are midnight adventures. Imagining picnics in flower-fields, walking secret trails through the forests, discovering places no one has stepped foot in before. Exploring forgotten…
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Prompt: Fireplace // Letters to September – 25
Fall has finally arrived in full. The air now holds a sharpness to it, wrapped ever so slightly in cold. The streets glow with orange hues of crispy leaves, like a blanket covering the floor. The warm smell of spices and pumpkin fields hangs all around us. The sun sets with an eagerness of young…
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Prompt: Queen of my own castle // Letters to September – 24
You can’t hurt me no more.I won’t fall for your lies or hear your twisted words.I’m not the same person as when I left you behind.I don’t believe your excuses or let you play with my mind. The girl that I was, was how you formed me to be.I see right through your facade, now…
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Prompt: peace // Letters to September – 21
Peace is acceptance, freedom, it’s bliss.It’s moving on, pure joy, and letting your guard down.It can be found or something that you miss.But what if you’ve never known it.Will you chase what can’t be captured?Will you search for something more?Or will you spend your days being fractured.Unwilling to explore? But it’s also something that can…
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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: 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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Prompt: sunset // Letters to September – 10
It’s not possible to find the perfect spot to watch the sunset. Watching the sunset isn’t made special because of the grass that you sit on, or the breeze of cool air playing with your hair. It’s not made special because of the glass of wine you’re holding while standing on a balcony in France…
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