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Don’t Look Back… (Reworked and Revisited)

The following is being reposted for a minor rework for Fandango’s Flashback Friday series. “Don’t Look Back…” was originally published on March 1st, 2021 taking inspiration from the image prompt from Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge.

Don’t Look Back…

Wrapped in last night’s hazy memories, the dirt of the hard road pressed up between her toes.

The past echoes like a thousand screaming voices trapped inside her head.

“Don’t look back…” she whispers to herself as she travels the path from which she can never break free.

I hope you have enjoyed this walk down memory lane.

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The Waiting (Reworked and Revisited)

The following poem is being reposted for Fandango’s Flashback Friday series. “The Waiting” was originally published on February 17th, 2022 using prompts from The Sunday Whirl‘s weekly Wordle challenge and Fandango’s own One Word Challenge. The version I am posting today has been reworked because I found some of the writing cumbersome and believe the changes work better for the peice. It has also been edited for some embarrassing spelling and grammatical errors that appeared in the original.

The Waiting

The tick of the clock
     slams like a hammer
     against Arianne’s eardrum.
Her eyes growing heavy
     as the itinerant sun slips
     towards the western horizon.
Endless red, orange and yellow
     spills from the heavens,
     onto the blue canvas sky
Great billowing cloud herds
     transiting the azure ocean are
     set ablaze against a fiery sunset.
Arianne sits by the open window,
     hypnotized by the meadow sages
     bending in the evening breeze.
Luminescent fireflies dancing free
     leave trails of ghostly strings to fade
     amongst the old grey stones.
Whilst wisps of fairy dust swirl
     in the magical air, like lacy strands
     gilding her already flaxen hair.
She knows not who the traveller is,
     only that the journey ends
     at the old weathered gate.
How much longer must
     she remain here before
her limit has been reached.
For as long as she has a heartbeat
     she has sworn to help
     her weary guest reach the finish.

I hope you have enjoyed this walk down memory lane.

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New Hope (Revisited)

The following piece of fiction is being reposted for Fandango’s Flashback Friday series. “New Hope” was originally published on December 9th, 2021 for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge which would seemingly disappear without a trace at the end of that month. Sonya’s weekly prompt was the first writing prompt I’d ever replied to on my blog and really was a turning point in the direction my blog would take. That first #TLT response was called “Forgotten“. I am happy to report that Sonya’s Three Line Tales has recently returned with new challenges. The current challenge can be found here. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this blast from the past…

New Hope

Adam awoke from cryostasis; Eva and their children had not survived the journey.

Eight centuries and sixty-seven years had passed since New Hope catapulted into the cold vacuum of space, towards a new home.

Humanity lost, Adam walked to the edge of Canis Major, the Great Dog Sea, and undeniably knew what it meant to be alone.

Originally written for Week 306 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge.
Photo credit: Joshua Earle via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

I hope you have enjoyed this walk down memory lane.

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Forgotten (Revisited)

Republished for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Being relatively new to blogging this was the closest I could find to an April 15th post. Although I had published the odd thing from as early as 2013, Forgotten, which first posted on April 5th, 2020, was my first attempt at fiction, the first blog prompt I’d ever participated in and really was the first entry of the current incarnation of Greg’s Blog. I posted to Sonya’s #threelinetales many times before the last challenge posted on December 30, 2021. Hope you enjoy one of my early posts.


Day by day, she numbs her loneliness in the reflections of a lifeless computer screen.

In a far corner, I sit silent, alone and forgotten.

Oh, how I long to feel her soft hands pulling at my (heart) strings, filling the room around us with her beautiful song.

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