Dawn Earnshaw
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Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
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Let’s track Frank!
Every night at midnight the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky! Not tonight, they had gone, the sky blue covered in magical stars and Venus and Mars I held in my hand. I looked around to see if anyone was around to witness this rarity but they were all busy writing their stories in their trapped minds and ideas that anyone really gave two flying saucers about their childish pen and paper fights of their unhealed wounds bleeding out onto everybody, instead of concentrating on the task at hand which was to read the “Handmaids Tail” and do a thesis on such a great era and time.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
First impressions.
Every night at midnight the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky, but this particular night it was euphoric and I felt extremely high and it was for some reason like I had been given a Truth tablet. I just never shut up and I began to tell my friends the truth about my first experience with writing on Vocal a couple of years back, funny what first impressions can give to people even pen to paper, so reme life is too short to be serious all the time. So if you can’t laugh at yourself call me and I will laugh at and with you. Because remember we really can be anything on this great stage of ours so let’s just be kind.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Confessions
Where’s the team!
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky, wait , wait oi you, it’s not all about you actually.Take5! where are the others you cannot just expect to go photo bombing on peoples work or not including them in your work! I’m confused of all the bloody do’s and don’ts. I didn’t know you had anybody to hand to steer you in your work Lilly ! Yes of course you do you cannot just keep going off on your way of writing stories, poems, without including everybody in in your team what’s their outlook and angle, you have becom extremely selfish.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
Blushing skies.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Tonight was extra special and we had the rainbow to slide down on it was a mystical night this evening in the skies of purple with its blushing sky brought none other than all the colours of the rainbow.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Futurism
Crumbling
If walls could talk could they speak of the howling of Sounds and prayers of souls to them. That we may be heard in this Land of unbalanced equilibrium of of our perception of Justice. We pray to our wall that the Lord hears of prayer for Justice and peace in the world. The wall begins to crumble and fights break out as the scales ⚖️ tip.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Futurism
What was that?
Move move go on over there ! I didn’t know what the hell I had woken up to but these aborigines with Rifles were not something I was accustomed too. I was only doing an article on the tribes of the Amazon and woke up here. I remember getting in the professors Time capsule at university but I thought he was just a bit of an eccentric lunatic at times. His heart was in good place but some of the things he would write on the board blew half the. India of the world. His brain was just a supercomputer this world was not quite ready for. Well I certainly wasn’t. Because I know for sure I was with Professor Morton in the University before lay here with a rifle pointing down my nose by aboriginal freedom fighters.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
