“In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own.”
― How Reading Changed My Life
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Quote For The Day 4-21-2019
“We don’t need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of dos and don’ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.”
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Quote For The Day 4-20-2019
“Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn’t ask ourselves what it says but what it means…”
― The Name of the Rose
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83 4-18-2019
Reena’s Exploration Challenge by Reena Saxena
Welcome again, and always to this space, which has become sacred to me! You may not see it in the same manner. And why should you? Each of us has our own unique perspective on the world and its interesting contents.
PROMPT
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FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS
There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments.
I eagerly await your responses.
LAST WEEK’S ROUND-UP
Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) at
Eugenia at
Deborah at awisewomansjourney
https://awisewomansjourney.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/a-vacated-ache/
Teresa Smeigh at
Michael at
Len at
Jade Li at
Sadje at
Jen Goldie at
The Dark Netizen at
https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/microfiction-our-black-hole/
VJ Knutson at One Woman’s Quest
Reena Saxena at
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/human-blackholes/
Indira Mukhopadhyay at Sharing Your Thoughts
https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/reenas-exploration-challenge-82/
Quote For The Day 4-19-2019
“Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.”
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Quote For The Day 4-18-2019
“You have to write the book that wants to be written.”
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Friday Fictioneers 4-17-2019
PHOTO PROMPT Dale Rogerson
He approached the black garbage bag. Police officers weren’t supposed to be afraid, but the recent murders went beyond his understanding.
It was a small bag, so a child.
Stepping across the street and into the snow bank beyond, he slit the plastic, turning his eyes away from the gore bound to spill across his sturdy black shoes. Please, please, please don’t let the child be disemboweled, but he didn’t believe in God, not after all these years.
He looked back, plastic plates and cups scattered around his feet.
He began to cry.
