‘In six words or fewer, write a story about someone you see everyday but never speak to. #amwriting #sixwordstory’
So here’s my story – ‘@WriterlyTweets she gleams amongst the swarm #sixwordstory #amwriting #shortstory’
You give it a go!
Tag: Love
Valentines Day has arrived
It’s the day that single people detest, but it’s officially the day to be loved up and express your love to your partner by buying her gifts.
Personally I don’t really understand Valentines Day. I think it is a ploy to make some money out of people.
Wouldn’t people prefer to be surprised with flowers, chocolate and love on a random day of the year rather than a specified day?
Well that took a dark turn…
That’s enough negativity for one day.
Having said this, I will still be ‘taking part’ in valentines day with my girlfriend. I bought her a card, chocolates and a rose (I can do romance).
I also suggested going to see American Sniper for our valentines film, but she said no. Instead my suggestion of Big Hero 6 turned out to be a winner!
Everyone enjoy your day whatever you’re doing.
Poem Attempt 3: 4 5683 968
Firstly I would like to thank everybody who is following my ‘Poem Attempts Weekend’ with me. Hope you’re enjoying them!
Although poetry is completely out of my comfort zone, I decided to throw romance into the mix.
This was another task for my university course. The task was to write a poem using or about technology. A pretty broad subject right?
I decided to focus partly on texts/texting, including stereotypical ‘text speech’.
If you haven’t already been following my ‘Poem Attempts Weekend, then please feel free catch up starting with ‘Poem Attempt 1: Invisible Friend’ followed by ‘Poem Attempt 2: My Family’.
But for now, here’s Poem Attempt 3!
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All rights reserved.
4 5683 968
Dazzled by the phone’s screen in the blackness,
Waiting for a text or call.
Staring at her name, I picture her within,
Lustring hair,
Outstandingly addictive stare,
Voluptuous and,
Enticing lips.
Previous message, “its nt u its me”,
Patterns itself across my watering eyes,
The inner voice repeating the text,
That un-describable feeling from my stomach to my throat,
Salted tears fills my senses, hope disperse.
“plz dnt leave”, followed by 4 5683 968. Send.
Phone groans, light shines; burning eyes.
“needin space” comes the reply,
The brain freezes, the heart sinks,
Loneliness settles,
Tears fall.
I begin to type, what to say?
Beg her? Respect her plea?
Instead, I just type “4 5683 968”,
“I Love You”
By T. J. Blake
T. J. Blake #Author 