Short-Fiction - Alone Together by DS Coremans #FoDiByLi Tuesday 23rd July 2024 Saturday 25 July 2020 - 23:57 It's been 15 years since I last wrote in this diary. I thought about burning it. It hurts to remember being the child that wrote those things…even worse is knowing that as bad as things were then,... Continue Reading →
Short-Fiction - Aural Awakenings by DS Coremans #FoDiByLi Thursday 18 July 2024 The atrium was a façade of colour. A copious smothering of make-up scraped over an ageing face, attempting to hide blemishes and contours accrued by age. Sky blue paint slathered onto the walls in a hurry, long since dried and already flaking away... Continue Reading →
Forever Distracted By Life Writing Prompt #FoDiByLi - #FDBLvss Thursday 25 November 2021 Use the pictures and/or the word below as inspiration for a poem or story:“Death” (You don’t need to use the word in your work, just try to capture the theme or emotion created by the word.) Feel free to share your work... Continue Reading →
I feel broken, yet I’m not really sure why…nothing has changed. I have come to learn. Something that others have known far longer. I need time to grieve, for someone long since gone from my own life. I am full of sorrow for someone whose journey has ended, far too young, and I must face... Continue Reading →
And she is with us. There is often no reason to force the words for they will come. The words often unknown until they are committed to paper. I miss mum. Getting to Carnoustie was hard, we all resisted and dragged our heels, but we are here now. It pains me that she is not... Continue Reading →
Where am I now? Still lost at sea, In an ocean of my own tears. Lost like light on the horizon; Then returning to sink again. Where am I now? Still lost. Have I been here before? Asking the same questions And answers do not change. Where am I now? I'll ask again. I look... Continue Reading →
Cilla Black was a lorra laughs Queen of Saturday telly Proud, jovial, but never crass As as beautiful as Grace Kelly. Cilla Black was a lor Of fun, and her singing Was divine, wanting more Cilla left you grinning. Cilla Black was A Saturday Sensation lost It’s hard to say. Cilla May now have passed... Continue Reading →
Those who must leave us Are gone, but not forgotten Memories preserve.
Loss of a legend A tangible reminder Lives through memory
