‘The rain will come, your defiance of the Gods has made them angry.’
The villagers didn’t stir. Their backs filled the corn stores of others. Their strength raised the stone palaces. Their hands held the desert back. Now was the time to act, to burn and return to ancient ways.
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
Tuesday, 4 February 2014
A thought when gardening
Monday, 3 February 2014
Saturday, 1 February 2014
Friday, 31 January 2014
Unto the Seventh Generation
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The cry of the Hawk, the spring hatchling now flown meant soon his world would be mere sound. For a man, now dust in the wind, had made bones of a country and punishment for his kin.
As Joash screamed for his son, he hoped, as had his father, that he would be the last.
The cry of the Hawk, the spring hatchling now flown meant soon his world would be mere sound. For a man, now dust in the wind, had made bones of a country and punishment for his kin.
As Joash screamed for his son, he hoped, as had his father, that he would be the last.
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
For you have set before you life and death, blessing and curse; therefore choose life.
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