‘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!
‘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!
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.
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!
Copyright © 2014 T. J. Blake
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