A percolated one
Daily Prompt: Breath. I stopped by his side felt his breath and walked away. He was a smoker a percolated one the romance died. Breathing death is not for the living and not for love.
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I met him yesterday
Skrivpuff: Stig. I met him yesterday He was the most kindest His name wasn’t Stig Jag såg honom igen när han klättrat upp på muren Stigmatiserat klick
from heaven to earth
Carpe Diem #956 stars (haiga) from heaven to earth and a bridge for feeling good my ascendant star
Circle closed!
Daily prompt: Disaster. disaster circle growing out from the middle death next in center Circle closed!
Suitcases for several lives
Daily prompt: Suitcase. Skrivpuff: Vilja. I would like to have a suitcase where I could place some of my lives. I would like to have several suitcases cause I have several lives. I would like to lock a few suitcases away in a dark place and the others I will keep close.
också den här natten
Skrivpuff: 5 ord på L – skriv om minst 2 av dem. lustig – långsam – lindrande – lagom – lever Lustigt vad orden poppar upp som på beställning inte ett dugg långsamt utan i ganska lagom takt så jag känner att jag lever Skrivpuffandet känns lindrande som värkmedicin och välbehaget intar mig fullständigt också den här natten.
Nothing at all to giggle about
Daily prompt: Giggle. The mouth is smiling the heart is crying and eyes waging their wars. Nothing at all to giggle about!
That’s life – Time for Life
Daily Prompt: Bedtime. There is a time for creativity and there is more time for creativity and some time for eating then there is more time for creativity and at last some time for bed. Shooting myself from my hip … a kind of creativity …
Gone with the Wind
Daily Prompt: Newspaper. Newspaper has had it’s best life best before date life Nowerdays it is only a paper The news are already read passed for new news Newspaper days are gone and That’s it!
Running
Skrivpuff: Allt väl. Jag öppnar dörren rusar ner för trapporna tar snabbaste affären runt hörnet rusar in och letar längs hyllorna väl framme vid kassan för att betala andfådd som jag är frågar kassörskan medan hon läser av streckkoden och synar varan – Allt väl? Jag tar växeln och rusar hem. Äntligen!
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