Monday, 24 May 2010

The Year of Loss

Ugky fairy



Fairies have eyes of gold with wings that sing with low voices. So what am I with gold hair and tattered wings, thought Rani-Lily, a misbreed, a muddy low human.The oak whispered as wise reassurance ,’ You can be the first,’ but was heard as a call to war.



Random Word: I hate

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.