tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post8013436925225293351..comments2023-11-03T07:57:36.350+00:00Comments on Sarah's writing journal: Grounded - 50 word storySarah Salwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08254413682817411906noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-3483859048935985532009-04-26T20:46:00.000+01:002009-04-26T20:46:00.000+01:00Cor, flying obviously brings out good things in us...Cor, flying obviously brings out good things in us! Let's do more...Sarah Salwayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08254413682817411906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-25787882189341764642009-04-25T20:39:00.000+01:002009-04-25T20:39:00.000+01:00A leap of faith was all that was needed to link he...A leap of faith was all that was needed to link her bat to his ball. She had never been one for games and she couldn't stand the suspense any longer. Like jumping off a cliff and not knowing if the net would save her, she did it. Love all.Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03100413586341334127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-4091988216942368702009-04-25T14:26:00.000+01:002009-04-25T14:26:00.000+01:00I just love the thought of flying or not been anch...I just love the thought of flying or not been anchored to the ground... so I got carried away again with writing these fifty word thingies... they are quite addictive, I find. <br /><br />Love that photograph, Sarah.Douglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625886640338360592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-23072814397705434992009-04-25T14:24:00.000+01:002009-04-25T14:24:00.000+01:00Muriel in the dark and the quiet of her midnight r...Muriel in the dark and the quiet of her midnight room. Using all her powers of concentration. Eyes shut. Pushing up on tip-toes. Arms spread wide as wings. Stroking the air. Willing herself to leave the ground. And just for a moment - thinks she feels not connected to things. Really.Douglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625886640338360592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-5717204578197478102009-04-25T14:15:00.000+01:002009-04-25T14:15:00.000+01:00Better out than in, my dad used to say. He was tal...Better out than in, my dad used to say. He was talking farts. He said if you kept them in you’d swell up like a balloon and one day float away. I so wanted to fly. So I tried what he told me not to. It just gave me bellyache.Douglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625886640338360592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-16976320622260802722009-04-25T14:12:00.000+01:002009-04-25T14:12:00.000+01:00Ariel had to weigh herself down with tins in her p...Ariel had to weigh herself down with tins in her pockets and heavy shoes on her feet. Otherwise she’d float away from us. Sometimes, when she begged, no tins and no shoes, just string tied to her ankle, I’d let her rise off the floor. Ariel was so beautiful then.Douglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625886640338360592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-33430613036457439562009-04-25T14:01:00.000+01:002009-04-25T14:01:00.000+01:00Carly said in her letter how her mom had been hove...Carly said in her letter how her mom had been hovering more lately. I pictured Carly’s mom, light as feathers, floating, head brushing the ceiling, space between her feet and the floor, her skirts so you could look up them. I laughed then, thinking how Carly must have meant ‘hoovering’.Douglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625886640338360592noreply@blogger.com