#tdc5194 #ds106 #dailycreate Text Weave

In this daily create, we use this link https://thehtml.review/03/weaving-web/ to ‘weave’ words into a pattern, I choose to use a quote that I like: Everything happens at all the time, and also not at all. Time passes anyway. It was very interesting to see what it turned out be:

Honestly it looks like a bunch of whole half filled wine glasses and broken pieces all over.

#tdc5132 #ds106 Last Letter

This Daily Creates asks: “The postal service is closing down. What will you send as your final letter?” My last letter would be to my little sister.

My sister and I are many years apart, when she was born I was about to turn 17 years old. She may grow up to be my best friend but we have a lot of years to make up the time and even if she gets older we grow apart or I get too old she will always have something to look back on and have proof that I love her with my whole life.

#tdc5218 #ds106 #dailycreate Write an Alphabet story.

In this Daily Creates we are asked: “In an alphabet story, each line begins with the letters of the alphabet in order. How much of the alphabet can you cover?”

All that exists in a

Barren land, were rocks and tumbleweed whisking away in the wind.

Can no one seem to get the land to prosper.

Deciding, enough is enough.

Everyone decided in that moment,

For there to be vegetation again, they would have to care for the land together.

Gathering seeds and hope, they set out before sunrise.

Hands doing all the work of digging and pushing,

In every row of soil they tilled, routine became to add a seed and hope for a fortune.

Just when the wind tried to scatter their work, they had to keep going on and on.

Keeping faith, they watered the soil day after day.

Little by little, tiny green sprouts began to push through the dust.

Maybe as there was nothing to loose,

No one really complained about all the work they had left to do.

Over time, the cracked ground softened beneath their feet,

Probably with impatience, people hurried to see rows and rows of plants blossoming.

“Quite the turnout it seems” said one townsman,

“Really, this is a miracle! Let us harvest”

Soon, wildflowers painted the valley in colors no one remembered,

Trees took root, and vegetables started to grow in bundles, with abundance.

Under their branches, children played where tumbleweeds once rolled.

Very soon, the barren land became a place of life, and lots and lots of abundance.

“Well, teamwork really makes the dream work huh”

“Xanadu truly”

Years later, the people would tell the story of how hope grew from dry soil.

Zero parts of the land were forgotten, loved and made prosperous.