Letting the Words Grow

And this? What will it become? What will grow from this? These few words scattered across the page. A hope they will grow into something. A hope they will take shape and form that will grow on down the page into something else, something that goes beyond mere marks on the page. Something that growsContinue reading “Letting the Words Grow”

Word Magic

Just forget everything else. There is nothing here except this empty page that waits. The hesitant footsteps come, slowly, tentative at first like some cautious animal stepping out over the page. These words, like this, have never been here before. Each blank page is something new, something yet to be. The words become like footprintsContinue reading “Word Magic”

It Was Then

It was not how it began that mattered that much. After all, beginnings are fairly arbitrary. Who really knows where anything begins? You may say it was when you first met that it all started, but that ignores all the other events that led to that meeting. After all, would you have met her, there,Continue reading “It Was Then”

A World Waiting

I wanted to walk away. I wanted to close the door on this life and walk away. There was a street out there, waiting for me to walk down. Then, down at the junction where this street met the main road there was a world waiting. I was tired of this narrow world where IContinue reading “A World Waiting”

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