Elisaj65
@muj22.bsky.social
Pulling the gilded frame from the drawer, she kissed the face she remembered as a child. Handing this over would seem like a betrayal: the truth encrypted within had lain hidden since her death. One day it would need to be shared - once the dust had settled. #WriteCBC
September 5, 2025 at 7:38 AM
Pulling the gilded frame from the drawer, she kissed the face she remembered as a child. Handing this over would seem like a betrayal: the truth encrypted within had lain hidden since her death. One day it would need to be shared - once the dust had settled. #WriteCBC
@jamilynewriter.bsky.social Thank you 😃
July 22, 2025 at 12:34 PM
@jamilynewriter.bsky.social Thank you 😃
Smoky tendrils stretched across the inky sky. Darkness. Silence. Nothing sounded in the surrounding stillness. Tensing, she dug her hands deeper into her pockets. It was too late to turn back now. Now she needed to wait and watch, watch for the flicker of light in the upper most window. #WriteCBC
March 7, 2025 at 11:05 AM
Smoky tendrils stretched across the inky sky. Darkness. Silence. Nothing sounded in the surrounding stillness. Tensing, she dug her hands deeper into her pockets. It was too late to turn back now. Now she needed to wait and watch, watch for the flicker of light in the upper most window. #WriteCBC
The door was on the latch. Strange? Pushing it open, she stepped into the room. The room, filled with soft, glowing candle light and an open fire crackling and spluttering into life, enveloped her, drawing her to its heart. Music drifted from elsewhere. “You came, I knew you would.” #WriteCBC
February 6, 2025 at 9:52 PM
The door was on the latch. Strange? Pushing it open, she stepped into the room. The room, filled with soft, glowing candle light and an open fire crackling and spluttering into life, enveloped her, drawing her to its heart. Music drifted from elsewhere. “You came, I knew you would.” #WriteCBC