Category: Stories From A Young Heart

The Voices

The banksia. A striking flower. A well of knowledge. A mirror that reflects all the paths I’ve walked down, all the doors that I’ve opened on this journey. My feet wander on, eyes, mouth, ears opened, soaking in the voices. The voices that talk to me, lead me, tell me stories of old and new. More paths are taken, more doors are open. My … Read More The Voices

Time

Time slips by like sand through my fingers; I desperately try to stop the grains leaving, my scrabbling fingers reaching out, until I know it’s too late. Moments come and go, leaving me with only seconds to figure out my next steps. I tread gently, careful not to wake the minutes that already leave briskly. So much time, yet so little. The grains dance, … Read More Time

Ugly

No. No. No. My reflection ripples, teasing me. I bite my already bitten lip, as my chin quivers. My eyes dart. I take in what’s on the surface of my mirror. My frizzy, untamed hair. My squinting eyes placed smack bang on my way-too-round face. My fatty thighs standing next to each other like two, enourmous pork sausages. My pasty completion. And my tummy … Read More Ugly

Maybe

My hearts alight. Not literally. At least I don’t think it is. I can’t tell anymore. I don’t feel pain. Not really. Or maybe, maybe I just won’t believe that I can feel pain. Maybe I’m just kidding myself that I’m human, maybe I’m an ant. A simple ant. But maybe I am human. Maybe I’m not kidding myself. The flames flare, higher and … Read More Maybe

Running

Running. Pumping back and forth. My weary body groans with exhaustion. I can’t feel anything anymore. I’m all numb. I don’t know where I’m going. Or where I was. I don’t know anything, except that I have to run. I have to run. Running.

Violet La Chelair

Chairs scraped noisily as people leaned this way and that, chattering to the people next to them. Every where you looked, merry faces blabbed all kinds of news to others. The grand hall of the village was now playing host to the village itself, allowing them to hold their monthly meeting. It was as people started to wonder when the meeting was going to … Read More Violet La Chelair

Twinkling lights danced across the lake, with the grace of a gazelle. The crisp evening air whipped around, making leaves scurry like field mice. The drifting leaves placed themselves decoratively all over the water, causing gentle ripples to shimmy their way across the pale liquid. Golden light seeped through gaps in among the trees who played host to critters and crawlers. In a second, … Read More

The Cheese Hunter

Small frame. Furry figure. It’s the cheese hunter. Large eyes. Sparkling bright. It’s the cheese hunter. Paws rubbing. Making a plan. It’s the cheese hunter. Stepping forward. Reaching out. It’s the cheese hunter. Holding in its paws, It’s golden reward. It’s the cheese hunter. Nibbling contently. Gazing dreamily. It’s the cheese hunter.

Relaxation

The day is an endless assault of division and spelling. My weary mind slaves away, writing word after word, thinking of answer after answer. Voices drone on, while I struggle to string together words to form a sentence. Craning my neck, I look up at the ticking clock that hangs proudly on the white wall. 3, 2, 1.. A dull ring echoes through the … Read More Relaxation

Alive

Help. Deeper I go, wallowing where no one hears you. The ground is unstable, its dark folds are enveloping me. My footing warps again, leading me to another passage, a passage of self-pity, a passage of doubt. Round a corner of sniffling people, stuck in their miserable worlds, through a corridor of people who grope for your comfort. I’ve had long enough of wandering … Read More Alive

The Christmas Tree

Delicate ornaments hang gracefully from the trees branches. The sweet aroma of pine leaves fill the air. Gifts lay beautifully wrapped underneath it, filling people with excitement to rip them open. Best of all, on the top, a breathtaking sight. A star. A golden star. A golden star just like the sun itself. Truly breathtaking.

Drained Body’s

The golden sun dipped down behind the horizon, making the water glisten with the remaining rays of light. Beige coloured sand stretched for miles, strangely resembling Rapunzel’s hair. Multicoloured parrots squawked passionately from their trees, forming a bird choir. Out in the sea, a pool of red had appeared, spreading like wildfire. Underneath, the gentle waves, a dark, unknown shadow sat. This wasn’t a … Read More Drained Body’s

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