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It was an idea, a fanciful dream. I packed nothing and left everything. The plantations were green, not brown. A prevailing wind filtered out the sounds of humanity’s pickers but the life I had wished for never existed. I returned home deflated. My mum smiled and offered me a coffee.
Folded. Yes, folded. They bend and score and twist and press, but I will not be made as they. Not for a day. No, not a day. Opened. Yes, opened. All flowers must bloom, petals unfurling to take in the sun. The butterflies will come. Yes, they will come. Beautiful. Yes, beautiful. This world of […]
Blue The world is blue. Although life can be defined by the colours in which we parade, the earth itself lies resplendent under an emerald green jacket. For most people, a copse of trees or lush meadow define the idyllic. But not all. For some, those identifiable dreamers, blue is the colour they aspire to […]
50 Word Stories – Another Day Won The sun broke over a winter’s morning like crashing waves a cold, dark shore. It was more than a change of perspective, more than light versus night, rather, a reversal of fortunes, a gauntlet run and won. All it took was everything, and everything’s what it gave. Another […]
50 Word Stories – Breathing in Unison There are ever moments in lives made from many that demand savouring more than others. Every second should share the same values, the same high regard, and yet they don’t. For me, it’s those moments in the still of night when hearts collide and you realise you’re breathing […]
Naked in Hindsight Like ivies entwined Curling through the branches of life, We made for the light From out of totalitarian darkness. We had to, you see. Natural lovers chased by the mould, The mildew of existence, Seeking the comforts of shared warmths And a quiet breath or two, We tried. Yes, we tried. Innocents, […]
In an extended world Where circles are warped Navigation ungainly Full of peaks and troughs How do we know How do we feel When the journey We once started Has come full circle
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50 Word Stories: Shattered Unseen We both had terrible eyesight; it was the only way we could stand each other. So when she smashed my glasses in a fit of hormonal rage, I wasn’t that bothered. When she ran away and fell over our garden wall, I was less so. She’d smashed the wrong ones.