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Writers working on their next manuscript: "wow okay that's loads, time for a break now"
Writers working on their next manuscript: "wow okay that's loads, time for a break now"
Thanks to the judges and congrats to all! ❤️
Thanks to the judges and congrats to all! ❤️
If you want to support Little Universe, you can vote for it here:
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If you want to support Little Universe, you can vote for it here:
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Love TED x
Love TED x
Very grateful to be on here with so many writers I'm inspired by. ❤️
Ted says "please vote for Little Universe here so she can use the prize money to adopt me a girlfriend."
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Very grateful to be on here with so many writers I'm inspired by. ❤️
Ted says "please vote for Little Universe here so she can use the prize money to adopt me a girlfriend."
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Came home and continued humping his blanket.
"Haters can't hold me down" love TED x
Came home and continued humping his blanket.
"Haters can't hold me down" love TED x
23rd May, 7pm. It's live, so I need to behave and not start talking about my dog.
23rd May, 7pm. It's live, so I need to behave and not start talking about my dog.
"February, but only just, and the air has lost its bite, turned soft at the edges, like butter left out too long. Below, the sea muscles over the shore, all froth and swagger. It’s the first morning that tastes of spring, and I could eat it by the spoonful."
"February, but only just, and the air has lost its bite, turned soft at the edges, like butter left out too long. Below, the sea muscles over the shore, all froth and swagger. It’s the first morning that tastes of spring, and I could eat it by the spoonful."
“The path clambers, a restless muscle of earth and stone, twisting its spine towards the sky...years of climbing have left the land peeled open, raw and exposed. It’s eerie here, muffled and close, my breath a small ghost in the frozen air.”
“The path clambers, a restless muscle of earth and stone, twisting its spine towards the sky...years of climbing have left the land peeled open, raw and exposed. It’s eerie here, muffled and close, my breath a small ghost in the frozen air.”
This chapter will be interesting to write. Mishaps always are, right?
This chapter will be interesting to write. Mishaps always are, right?
I'm going through one of those rare but much appreciated creative bursts at the moment and having supportive people keeps the momentum going.
Wales is a good place to be a poet. 🏴
I'm going through one of those rare but much appreciated creative bursts at the moment and having supportive people keeps the momentum going.
Wales is a good place to be a poet. 🏴
Ted knows. ❤️
Ted knows. ❤️
(I also somehow slipped on a banana skin next to a bin like a cartoon version of myself.)
(I also somehow slipped on a banana skin next to a bin like a cartoon version of myself.)