Word Prompt: Dormant Seeds of a Writer


The desire to write, like a dormant seed, waiting for me to water it with confidence and courage. For too long I would not write, I could not write. Like a seed that struggles to reach the surface, I feel the pull to put words to paper.

With each post, my confidence and courage grow. The seed splits and I feel myself stretch up and out like a plant breaking the soil to feel the sun. No longer dormant, I am free to express myself without fear.

Still tender, I will nourish my craft and protect my sensitive feelings until I can stand alone unafraid of criticism.

There is no turning back.

Paragon of Success


Impeccably dressed, his dashing good looks attracted the attention of women and not a few men. His suave demeanour at odds with his calculating heart and mind.

A master in the business world he closed deals with ruthless efficiency leaving in his wake a trail of washed-up businesses and crippled competitors.

“It’s not personal, it’s just business.” 

With staggering confidence and a large dose of arrogance, he was the alpha male among his peers. Every man wanted to be him and every woman wanted to be with him.

He was a paragon of business success. And a symbol of everything wrong with society.

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