50 Word Stories: They They slid over us like the stars the night, white ghosts stalking the cosmos. Albinos, as like us as not, They confronted us in nightmares and found us wanting. Nameless, They took our everything in intangible truths and left us with nothing. They, we called them, those reflections of us.
“Unimaginable,” they said. “It could never happen.” But it did. The world stopped spinning. Just like that, we woke to fallen trees and beds cast aside, humans flung here there and everywhere, animals, too; clouds hung in limbo like marshmallows waiting to roast, the sun stationary and forlorn. Those who’d survived the emergency stop, like […]
Bite deep: splintered infractions of night.
Cooling in the corners of another shaded dream There lurked a girl a-twinkling, her smile a silver gleam I asked her why she hid all of that happiness away She answered, she was lonely, no one else with her would play My heart it went out to her, so I stepped into her shade As though into a nightmare, my […]
Spectres of the past Haunt my private Neverland I’d fly, but wings clipped
The same dream still haunts me: a path, rails to constrain, an endless tunnel of somewhere to nowhere. I see it even now, as the darkness fades in gradients of gloom. One day I shall walk that path and enter the light I know to shine beyond its narrow aisle. One day I shall wake […]
Chasing a scent, A waft, a dream, Into the hills A silent scream; Beyond a copse Of broken trees, Burnt and broken, Down on my knees; Over a hill And under dale Past the lace Of Winter’s veil, I made my way Into the night Stepped of a cliff And gave great fright. It’s just a dream, I hear you say, But here’s the thing I’m here to stay.
I shivered on that alien shore, that dreamscape. What else could it be? Magenta surf frothed across a crimson sea, that crashed against a beach of sorts: sand, pebbles, me, but all abstract, incorrect. But to say crashed implies sound. There was none. It was as though all the makings of a perfect seascape had been […]
Once upon a never In a dream within a dream, Lay a silver frosted Princess Asleep, yet still she’d scream. Nightmares were her kingdom, Banshees were her foe, Waiting for a Prince To kiss her, let her go. So, when one valiant soldier Made his way to Princess’ side, The kiss he gave wouldn’t wake her, The evil still did abide. The screaming echoed round him; The tears […]