Ok, lets try and get back into this, my time in this small corner of the internet with Rochelle and her pals has been scant these last few months; Mum moving house, holiday, Daughter graduation and me being literally inherently lazy. So let’s see what this atmospheric photo by the wonderful Dale Rogerson conjures up in my Grey Matter. Without further ado.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
The Solar fairy lights occasionally flickered but remained charged until dawn perpetually.
Seductive detritus; spent candles cocooning mosquitos in Alabaster Amber, the brandy bowl housing a crusted glut of Culicidae cadavers.
The horizon vista in stasis, day or night, light or dark, only the wind troubling the curtains permuted the perspective.
This was the last view of the last few; a masquerade at the margins of the carnage, the termination of Civilisation.
For those who survived and stumbled upon this wretched orgy, all that remained were the dusty bones and ragged silks pecked clean and threadbare by the Corvids.
There we are; 100 words on the impending apocalypse and the way things are going at this time in history.
ENJOY!!!
The Count Of North Clifton 
Glum, but lovely writing
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Shrawl I like how you laid out the last supper for humans and that the crows carried on without us. Glad to see you back.
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Hi Lisa, thanks, I had fun writing it, I’ve been struggling to get my shit sorted out, I need to stabilise and concentrate more, these last few months have been an inconvenience in some ways but your comments make me realise what I’m missing out on!! Thanks for the support!!
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You’re welcome, and happy I could help.
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What a brilliant write, Sir Shrawls! Fabulously atmospheric and beautifully described. I could picture it all.
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Cheers Dale, comments like these make me believe again! I’ve just been reading through my old travel diaries lately and realise that I’ve always loved writing, I just need to accept that I need to make space for it rather than just slip it in when I can be arsed, it’s important I think.
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Believe you should. You have a lovely plume! And no, it can’t be half-arsed. Carve in some special time daily just for you (even if it’s only 15 minutes 😊). Especially as you love it and have a talent for it
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Thanks, that’s kind, think I will
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Can’t hurt 😉
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You set a great scene there.
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Dear Shrawley,
Going through a lengthy dry spell myself in the writing department, I undertsand. Yet here we are. Quite the scene you’ve set up. L’Chaim! To life!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, there seems to be no pattern to dry spells, just off and on, I need to tidy my head up I think, a spring clean maybe
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Oh my, what a bleak picture you’ve painted. It’s incredibly descriptive and skillfully written. I fear for future generations.
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Thank you so much 😊
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Excellent writing!
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Thank you very muck, I enjoyed this one.
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Ooo oh dear. Fabulous descriptions in this one. Dark ending but beautifully written
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Thank you so much
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