“I’m afraid he might say no…”
I wrote this six word story is relevance to a situation I was in. I look back at this now and realise how much I have grown since then, when asking people gave me anxiety. Anyways, with that aside, I am proud to acknowledge that this is my 100th blog post! At the start of the year, I refreshed my content and deleted some old posts that I wasn’t happy with. So technically this isn’t my 100th ever, but it is my 100th ever posted blog 🙂
Here’s to more happy blogging!
Sorry for partially bombarding you with six word stories: I’ve had a random motivation to write them recently. I hope you don’t mind, and new readers please be patient as this is not all I do XD. This one seems relatable:
They grinned but then they frowned
I am using the ‘escapril’ prompts to write a couple of blog posts. A slightly poetic, proffesional piece of writing (but by no means perfect).
Describe A Smell – the smell I will describe is that of a granny – most importantly the old, well-used home.
The sweet smell of biscuits, laying in a tin.
A lively dancing fire, beckoning you in.
Cushions well-used, sitting in a wind of dust.
The warm whiff of baking, travelling like a gust.
Breathing in, I can sense the time.
Time ticking on, yet I don’t listen to the chime.
It tells me every hour: how old I am.
And that very soon, I’ll be grieving for my nan.