Unborn.
Ghostless.
Limbless.
Yearning.
Monday, November 9, 2009
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Search no more. This is a fun dark blog I keep with my writing pal Cassandra.
My writing blog is Tales of Extraordinary Ordinariness. Click it. Really. If you like this blog, you'll LOVE that one!
My writing blog is Tales of Extraordinary Ordinariness. Click it. Really. If you like this blog, you'll LOVE that one!
Nursury Rhyme
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
About This Blog
Two writers found one another and noticed a peculiar and similar fascination with all things dark, dreary, delusional and dripping with despair.
We use this place to store and to display the thoughts that seem to have no other home but this.
We are the Wednesdays. Welcome to the asylum.....
We use this place to store and to display the thoughts that seem to have no other home but this.
We are the Wednesdays. Welcome to the asylum.....
The Wednesday Girls
The Wednesdays Recommend
Followers
5 screams:
Love this! Especially the "Limbless."
Nevine
I sigh as your words carry me away...
I am waiting for the unborn...
Have you considered writing dark haiku?
STephen Tremp
Ghostless and yearning. A strange combination, for me.
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