“Where are you?” little Mike called out, no longer motivated to play hide and seek, reluctantly he climbed up the ladder to the attic. His older sister would surely not be hiding up there in the haunted place?
“Where are you?” little Mike called out again. “I give up you know, I no longer want to search for you Lisa!”
Still there was no reply. “Are you in the attic?” Continue reading “In The Attic”
Of Finding Oneself
Anja closed her eyes. There was just too much going on. Her manager had been stern with her minutes earlier as she had not finished her presentation on time, could he not understand? There was too much going on today. Anja could hear every siren, every striking break and every honking horn in the street below. She could not concentrate on her work.
With her eyes closed she tried to slow down her thoughts, shut out the noise. She drew a deep breath.
Suddenly, she heard nothing. Not the ringing of the phone, not the laughing of her colleagues, none of the sounds that had driven her nuts all morning. Anja felt inner peace, her thoughts were no longer racing in disorder, her stress had evaporated. Continue reading “Of Finding Oneself”
The key settled at the bottom of the Seine. Amongst so many others, that were already rusting away. At the same time the young lovers on the bridge were locked in a deep kiss. Each one still holding an open hand over the railing. They had decided to lock in their love and throw away the key. Silently they had exchanged vows on this late summer … Continue reading Locked love in Paris
His beloved mechanical watch, had lost it’s hands, it was dead, no longer ticking. Continue reading Timeless ~ #BlogBattle
Her charcoal hair is cropped short, a pixie cut, I think it’s called. Her skin is pale as snow, and her lips are red as blood. Her appearance makes me think of the description of snow white. Continue reading you will thank me one day