Indigo Spider’s Sunday Picture Press is back with a flourish of new images to entice your creative senses to take a trip to Imaginationland. For too long the interweb has had been left to flounder the binary seas without this welcoming beacon to guide fellow writers to distant shores where the bounty of fictional glory…
Step up now! Don’t be shy! Come see the Magnificent Skeleton Parade! See them shake, rattle and dance. With top hats bouncing. Canes twirling. Trumpets blare. Drums declare. Marching there! Dem bones. Dem bones. Dem dry bones! This image is called Dem Bones. Okay, so I broke my #sixwords rule on that last line but…
My lonely tracks yearn for steam. Whistles and thunder. Passengers and hope. No steel wheels on polished rails. No clickety clack on train tracks. Golden age ransacked. Speed and haste. Raging silence conquers desire for motion. Long time to sit and wait. Graced by tormenting blur. Swift. Silent. Memories are relinquished by passing time. Clacker…
Check out. Check in. Slumber. Awaken. No pool. No WiFi. No rest. Chill of night. Groan and shiver. Midnight’s hour is close at hand. Rattle your bones. Hunger for flesh. No mere graveyard but Zombie Hotel. This image is called Where Zombies come from. If you’d like to join in get yourself over to BuddhaRocks…
My name is Timmy Reynolds and i am age 6. mum gave me a diery so i could write my thougts in it every day. she says i am clever for my age. teachers at school dont like me. miss Gregs says i am a buzy body and a no it all. but miss Foster…
