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| works by Christine I Steeves Speakman |
The night air howled with the cold heartless laugh of the fierce strange creature. Nothing moved as the thing crept closer to the still free water. Over near the rocky cliff the bushes came alive with the shrill scream of death. The water rippled as the thing slithered by. All was quiet now. The creature had left. The dead lump of flesh just laid there silently the secret of the creature was now safe for only two knew it and one was dead
The shore by the crystal water was now bare. Nothing moved as the gentle wind blew. The sky was slowly changing to a dark purple as the fire coloured sun sank silently behind the horizon. Up on the rocky cliff a figure stood proudly. The figure was not one of a man but of a magnificent noble black stallion. Not a common breeding horse but a beautiful, admirable creature who held all of nature’s secrets in its wild untameable heart.
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What are Roaming Ideas?
…random writings from now back to teen years
…writings free of editing and second looks
…pumps to my creative well
…shut downs and locking away of the critical mind
What are Overly Done Paragraphs?
…more description then is ever needed
…snapshots of possibilites
What are Dear Diary?
…inserting myself into a fictional character, where does the path take me