Change To Come

She lay down the pen and looked at her notes. Some might call her a snob for still using a fountain pen and paper. Some did actually. The nicest. Other words had been used to describe her. And yet… To think that it was a thread, a discussion on social media that started her on…

Wood Nymph ~ The Price of Freedom

She spurred her horse to a gallop and reached the forest fast enough. She cast a glance behind her before leading Gawain through narrow paths between the trees. Despite the tears blurring her vision, she directed the stallion carefully. Few would dare follow her here. She would be in trouble when she went back but…

1984 ~ George Orwell

Reading 1984 by George Orwell felt a bit like going back to my political philosophy classes. I studied Hannah Arendt’s The Origins of Totalitarianism and a few other books on totalitarianism then. It also reminded me of the relationship between language and politics. It’s downright scary to think how relevant 1984 remains today, even though…

Longing ~ Wish

In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Longing In her dreams, she’s free. She longs for liberty to do what she wants, live her own life. She wishes one day, she’s able to leave, spend her days as she sees fit instead of this life of duty. In her dreams she can be what…

Play With Word Count ~ Rebel

On days when you feel stuck and aren’t sure how to write a post, it might well be that your topic and content are solid, but your approach needs tweaking. Have you tried experimenting with word count? In today’s post, pay attention to the total length of your post: if you usually write posts under…

Route/Root ~ Salvation

In response to Linda G Hill stream of consciousness prompt Route/Root Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “route/root.” Use one, use both, use them as they are, or add something to them. Have fun! My name is Saimh. I travel with a group of people who live at the margin of what’s…

Helpless/Forbidden ~ In Chains

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt Helpless. Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it? And in response to Felicity Johns’ Friday Flash Challenge Forbidden She was walking carefully the cold marble floor…

Your Voice Will Find You ~ Silent World

In response to Writing 101 Day 15’s prompt: Your Voice Will Find You. Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted

Animal, Concrete Poetry, Enjambment ~ Free Spirit

In answer to Writing 201 Poetry prompt Animal Form: concrete poetry Device: enjambment. I failed at the concrete poetry thing but I did write something in the end. As the eagles fly high above the mountains Beyond the clouds, she longs for freedom. As they float according to wind’s whims or beat Their wings decidedly…

Bone of Contention ~ Not Doing That

In answer to the daily prompt Bone of Contention: Pick a contentious issue about which you care deeply — it could be the same-sex marriage debate, or just a disagreement you’re having with a friend. Write a post defending the opposite position, and then reflect on what it was like to do that.

Indentured ~ Part II ~ Novella

The next day she was standing in the Minister’s office; she was wearing clothes the likes she’d never had. If that was what they gave slaves, theirs must feel even softer. They had given her some fingerless gloves that were perfect to keep her hands warm while allowing movements and to hide the iron star…

Indentured ~ Introduction

She found it in the forest. She’d been picking mushrooms for dinner after she caught a rabbit and a pheasant. Her basket was still almost half empty as she took her time; she always enjoyed her trips to the wood. Hunting was what she excelled at and she loved the solitary moments when she didn’t…