WORD SALAD

Initially there wasn't supposed to be an episode this week. I thought the extra time would make me productive. It didn't. I did have some form of withdrawal though, so here goes. Written over 4 hours, I think I've made up for numbers in word count. Psst: I don't know if that is fan fiction or what category it comes under - my last few attempts proved nobody understands when I try to be cryptic like @TheOtherBoban so going full on :) #53 Word Is there a word for it? When thinking of someone makes you happy. O r being reminded of them. Their favourite brand of (shudder) instant coffee. Their favourite football player. It has been years. The chances of your paths crossing are close to zero. The chances are zero but the hopes linger. Yet when you see their photographs, you feel happy for them, no longer wishing you were a part of them. You see them succeed and feel proud, no longer wishing you had been the one standing by them through their pain. Maybe you wil...

52 write ups in 7 weeks - something I am unable to believe myself. Big thanks to everyone sending my prompts, and also to those who are my earthing. This week has been depressing and hectic and I wasn't sure if there would be a post.Looks like my words would like to meet you, so shall back off at this point. :) #45 Half moon She looked up at the half moon. It hit her. That is exactly what people were like. The world saw the half that was illuminated. Everyone would sing songs of praise. There was a dark side nobody could see. Just as real. Visible only to those who noticed. Hidden from plain sight, it was the twin. An equal part of the half moon. Unappreciated. Nobody understood the need for the other side. That there'd be no half moon without the darker half . #46 Coffee Cup of coffee ( I know I've done a coffee story before, but this was a request. If I find any ads made based on these, yes I will sue you, * furiously texts lawyer* ) ...

#36 Sunrise The sun rose.The sun set. It bled colour all over the sky, either to rise into it, in full glory. Or to sink into the coastline and plunge the world into darkness. Nothing changed much for him except the the rise and ebb of the cash flow. He wasn't watching the sunrise to find the meaning of life. Or spend the moment with his lover. Or take photographs. He was there to sell food so others could do all those things. More so, so that his children would have food to eat. Small luxuries. Like an ice cream. Candyfloss. His only daughter's birthday was coming up. He would never admit he had favourites but she was the centre of his life. He had never managed to get her a gift for her birthday or a new dress. It killed him everyday to see her in hand-me-downs. His daughter deserved better, no, she deserved the best. The only mistake she had ever made was being his daughter maybe. He had to make more money. He would chase people asking them to buy his go...