“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
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Quote For The Day 2-19-2021
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Quote For The Day 2-5-2021
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Quote For The Day 6-25-2017
“Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever; a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Quote For The Day 4-5-2017
Quote For The Day 3-14-2017
“Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.”
― Gregory Maguire, A Lion Among Men
Friday Fictioneers 3-10-2017
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
“Closer, move him closer,” Jacs whispered.
“I’ve got it!”
“So move him closer.”
“Shut…..!”
Which he did for about five seconds. “I can’t hear.”
“Well,” Tim whispered, “if you’d just shut up and let me work…..”
“Okay….”
Another five seconds.
“Hurry.”
“SHUT UP!”
“You are the only person I know who can shout in a whisper.”
Tim ignored him, jumping the grasshopper inside the door.
“Oh, look, a grasshopper.” Female. Footsteps like thunder.
“Crap!” in unison.
The woman tossed the grasshopper out.
“Thank god. If the BugsMilitaryListeningDevice prototype had been destroyed, we’d be in deep you-know-what!”
But it hadn’t.
Success!
FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 3-4-2017
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Inside
I can only know you, he said, if I’m inside
And so he crawled in,
My legs spread like a sprawling giraffe.
I am in you.
I am in you.
Like clouds on the sun,
Shadows pretending rain.
And so he crawled in,
My legs spread like a sprawling giraffe.
I am in you.
I am in you.
Like clouds on the sun,
Shadows pretending rain.
When he found nothing
He crawled out,
Walked away without
A word of
Goodbye.
He crawled out,
Walked away without
A word of
Goodbye.
Quote For The Day 3-4-2017
“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.”
― Dean Jackson
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #03
The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Thursday morning, January 12th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Wednesday night, January 18th, 2017.
Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner
The statue of Man faced the building, across a paved courtyard, like an omen. An omen for what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the statue’s blank eyes or the glass facade of the building, but he actually hesitated. Not for long, but long enough.
Hands in pants pockets, he regarded both, statue and building. He’d learned to trust his instincts: they were shouting at him to walk away. Why?
He didn’t take walking away lightly. In his price range, it wasn’t wise. Still, stepping back to wait for another opportunity was acceptable. He had no interest in returning payment, but neither was he going to turn stupid and miss the chance to spend the money.
He dialed a number on a cell he’d soon throw away. “Carter. You checked the Client?” Of course, he had, but asking never hurt. And asking would tell Carter things he didn’t want to put into words while in public.
“Don’t I always? The money’s good; it’s in the bank.”
“Look again. Deeper.”
“Davis?” A pause. “Okay.”
Davis looked at the statue once more – the building – and walked away.
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