￼ "No!" She grabbed my arm. "There's no place for you here." "I need a room." "We house the lost, the damned and the dead." "Did you say dead?" "You hear what you need to hear," she hissed. She was right. I jumped in my car and left. I'm still driving. Continue reading 50 Word Stories: How Lost is Lost?
Author’s Note: I was playing around with twisting paragraphs. Just when you were to think ‘ooh, that’s lovely’ it wouldn’t be. This is one of them. ￼ She pirouetted like a dandelion seed caught in a breeze exuding freedom from her every fibre. She danced across meadows and twirled over sidewalks, skipped through puddles and sashayed between bluebells, a gentle summer sprite without a care in the world. Unbothered by those who saw her, those who desired her, her dance would never end. A goddess, she drifted through life as I mired in it. I was less receptive to those … Continue reading #VignetteSeries – This Dancer / This Monster
￼ There are stars, And, There are stars; Some blink in the night, Others gleam through the darkness. You are the latter, my love, My eyes in infinity, My light in obsidian. Yes, there are stars, And, There are stars. Continue reading There Are Stars
￼ Little drops of light Suspended in the night sky Showing the way home Continue reading Homeward
￼ She leant over a verdant balcony, her hair longer than the vines which climbed the city walls. Raven, she was, dark of eye and silken locks. I desired her, who wouldn't? Yet this was Babylon, the Euphrates beckoned a sailor to the sea. The girl would wait, but adventure wouldn't. Continue reading 50 Word Stories: Babylon
￼ Winter threw his frosted cloak over Spring as if to conceal her forever. Those few hardy flowers who’d risked the early year disappeared overnight, only the snowdrops remaining. They shook their white caps and persevered risking all for life. They won. I don’t know how, but they did. Seasonal miracles. Continue reading 50 Word Stories: The White Caps
Author’s Note: Scenes in first draft from an upcoming work. The flying things filled the sky like oversized bluebottles buzzing here, there and everywhere with a general disregard for their passengers safety. Dark ink stains on a dirty blotting paper sky, the Pegasus Carriages went about their business of human transportation with even less purpose than the insects they so resembled. “They bother you, Mortimer?” Headlock appeared not to hear his companion’s words, instead, his attention remained fixed upon London’s latest aerial business. “Mortimer?” When he spoke, it was with measured words. “It is not the carriages per se, Grace. … Continue reading #VignetteSeries – The Pegasus Carriages