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Scribbles by Claire: April 2012
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Sunday, 8 April 2012. Poem - 'Autumn Life'. I know it's not Autumn at the moment, but it certainly feels like it out there! Here's a poem I wrote about Autumn but have been doing some redrafting on it more recently. Battling the buffeting wind,. Scarf and hat armour against the encroaching chill,. I breathe in the scent of change. Pop, crackle, sparkle -. An annual tradition of noise and light echoes around me. Illuminating the crisp carpet of crimson and gold,. Dark branches now exposed,. Claire's Wande...
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Scribbles by Claire: June 2013
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Sunday, 30 June 2013. Short story - 'Interview'. I glanced at my watch again and my foot started tapping in response. I had now been waiting in reception for over 15 minutes. A great impression so far; I hummed my annoyance. 8217; a dark blue suit came towards me, a tentative smile creasing his face. I stood up and extended my hand. ‘Yes, nice to meet you …? 8216;I’m Alex Marshall’, the tall suit replied as he firmly shook my hand. ‘We need to go up to the 10. The tight pattern on the carpet made my eyes...
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Scribbles by Claire: January 2015
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Thursday, 29 January 2015. Poem - 'The reign of imagination'. Barren of joy,. Voices inside her head. Drawn back into the dungeons. Tormented images stalk her sanity,. Finally becoming her reality. Wednesday, 28 January 2015. She takes in one final stale breath of confinement,. Exhaling the binds that have kept her prisoner for so long. Through seeing eyes she watches the mindless drift through time and space. She smiles. She is no longer like them. Freedom is beckoning in the thundering rain,.
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Scribbles by Claire: Poem - 'Guilt'
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Monday, 20 April 2015. I wear my guilt as armour. Allowing its tendrils to wrap around my breath. But I welcome the pain,. I need the constant reminder. That sudden squeeze of my heart. As I relive the moment that I can never take back. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my creative writing blog! Welcome to my blog on all things creative writing. Let the creative juices flow! View my complete profile. Claire's Wanderings and Ramblings - my 'other' blog focusing on travelling adventures.
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Scribbles by Claire: April 2015
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Tuesday, 21 April 2015. I see his ghostly frame shimmer into existence. At the edge of my dreams. He dances just out of my touch,. I stretch my arm, fingers grasping, reaching. But all I feel is the cool swirl of air. A frisson of electricity? Or is it just my Imagination playing tricks on me again? Monday, 20 April 2015. I wear my guilt as armour. Allowing its tendrils to wrap around my breath. But I welcome the pain,. I need the constant reminder. That sudden squeeze of my heart. Sunday, 19 April 2015.
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Scribbles by Claire: October 2013
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Tuesday, 15 October 2013. Short Story - 'The Masks We Wear': Part Two. Part One is published below]. Tuesday, 3.30pm. Damn, so the penny has finally dropped. Pia thought. I was wondering how long I would be able to get away with this. She needed to think of some way to spin this, to make sure Jane didn’t figure out the whole truth. Pia walked towards her, reaching out for her again. “Please, let me just explain. All right? 8220;OK, I won’t go into the details but can I just say a couple of things? 8217; ...
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Scribbles by Claire: June 2012
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Saturday, 2 June 2012. Short Story - 'Appearances'. It was three days before the event, and I still had a big list of things to sort out. I muttered under my breath, as my computer didn’t respond quickly enough to my commands. Bloody thing, I cursed the box, clicking the mouse a number of times to elicit the required response. No such luck. I glanced at the clock on the wall across from my desk. Tick tock. You’re not going to get your work done. It mocked. Tick tock. Not so for us worker-bees. I knocked ...
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Scribbles by Claire: Poem - 'A journey'
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Sunday, 19 April 2015. Poem - 'A journey'. Clackety-clack, clackety-clack. Judder, shudder, bounce, sway. A journey begins, time stands still. Leaving somewhere, exploring a new place, traveling home. Patterns form on the seats, worn by the many travellers going here and there. A temporary shelter – with views. Sunshine pours in, flooding the carriage. And then disappears again behind a leafy blur of greens and browns. The clouds whisk by, framing the patchwork meadows. Tracks join alongside the train,.
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Scribbles by Claire: Poem - 'Existence'
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Tuesday, 21 April 2015. I see his ghostly frame shimmer into existence. At the edge of my dreams. He dances just out of my touch,. I stretch my arm, fingers grasping, reaching. But all I feel is the cool swirl of air. A frisson of electricity? Or is it just my Imagination playing tricks on me again? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my creative writing blog! Welcome to my blog on all things creative writing. Let the creative juices flow! View my complete profile. Poem - A journey.
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Scribbles by Claire: Micro story - 'Love Dies'
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Sunday, 15 March 2015. Micro story - 'Love Dies'. His voice never sounded so cold, his eyes filled with an emotion that terrified her. She drew in breath, willing her heart to slow its pace. ‘I’m sor …’, her voice faltered. 8216;I’m not interested in your apologies. It’s too late for that now in any case,’ he turned away from her and walked over to the phone. ‘I’m calling the police.’. 8217; she lurched towards him, arms reaching to knock the phone from his hand. ‘You can’t! I told you it was a mistake!
