Day 200 Writing Short Stories

Song

The lyrics, the words, the tune, it was all what she felt. There, written down by someone, sung by him. She watched him in awe as the words floated around her. The others faded away around her, and there was only the feeling inside her that made sense of everything. She stepped towards the float where he stood. It was as if the words were guiding her there. He offered her his hand and drew her up. His eyes locked with hers, and she was sure her heart would give in. She stood there, letti...

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Published on November 24, 2025 02:04
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message 1: by Raymond (new)

Raymond Elmo Wow. Fitting that word 200 is 'song'. For Author Ashcomb is weaving a mosaic of a tapestry of a grand cathedral of a word symphony. Quite a creative accomplishment.
Sorry; MY assigned task today was: mix metaphors. But congratulations, K.A.


message 2: by K.A. (new)

K.A. Ashcomb Oh, thank you! I would love to say that it was all planned, but I fear everything was a pure accident. The words took over, and I could only succumb to their mercy.

How are words treating you?


message 3: by Raymond (new)

Raymond Elmo Words... confound me, bamboozle me, seduce me, induce me to speak in flowing rivers of nonsense that leaves family and neighbors worried for my mind, if not my book sales. Which is to say: all good.
Hi, K.A.!


message 4: by K.A. (new)

K.A. Ashcomb Raymond wrote: "Words... confound me, bamboozle me, seduce me, induce me to speak in flowing rivers of nonsense that leaves family and neighbors worried for my mind, if not my book sales. Which is to say: all good..."

Then words are treating you well. More than well, I would say.
Hi, Raymond!


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