“…calling me names won’t hurt me.” Maybe not, but why say them if the intention isn’t to #wound? You mistake your vitriol for love and carry on as if nothing has changed, taking the high road as if you are the #wounded and living conscience free. #vss365

Flashes of #violet bruised and stained the horizon and beyond…The atmosphere was charged, expectant and feverish. Darkness descended; peace stole momentarily from the shadows within. Silence. With a sudden rush, the sky split open and the world was torn apart. #vss365

“#Promise me …” That was twenty years ago. So much had filled those years - some good, some bad. Now, looking out across the rain-kissed piazza, beyond the sea of unfamiliar faces, she hoped and longed to see the one she knew: the one who had made that promise all those years ago. #vss365

‘Everything happens for a #purpose’ - the words kept playing over like an old record. With each reading, the cruel vitriol, unexpected as it was, took on new meaning. There was no going back: too much had been levelled without good cause for there to be any recompense. Enough was enough. #vss365

They were having too much fun dancing in and out of the fountain's spray to notice how much time had passed. Time that they couldn’t afford to lose if they were to keep ahead of the hunters. And yet, it was fun to be ‘free’ just for a short while. #FromOneLine 381

Everything has become an #involution of lies and deceit which traces back to the loss of her identity. Like tumbleweed she has been carried from one land to another - always seeing herself through the eyes of strangers, leaving behind fragments of her being but never betraying her truth. #vss365

Falling for the idea of living, fear heralded an #onslaught of emotions. Where did she fit in?Those around her were alive: youngsters laughing; a couple’s intense exchange; the oldies reminiscing. Was she running away from or running into life? Was this the beginning? #vss365

Menacing shadows creep across the burnished landscape as darkness #displaces the light. The enemy closes in. Torment awakening from within the murky depths, courses and tramples through the veins of the earth. There’s no escape - no way out. #vss365

I could see him through window. Scooping the rest of my belongings together, I dashed down. He was cutting it fine. We’d have to hurry if we were to make the night train. I stepped out, leaving behind the blare of the TV. How long would it take for ‘him’ to notice I’d gone? #FromOneLine 372

This was the last city she would visit. The buildings still ablaze from battle. There was no going back, no gathering to be persuaded otherwise. This time she was taking what was rightfully hers. #FromOneLine 373

There was an awkward shuffling. The great one moved through the gathered rebels, parting and bowing. No-one stirred; no sound could be heard save the shuffling as she took her rightful place before the gathered. 'This is my land, that of those who passed before and of those to come'.#FromOneLine 369