Category: Stories From A Young Heart

Haiku- Bed of Sunshine

Timber, honey boards Beneath my body, stretched Out in dappled sun.

Haiku- Japanese Maple Tree

Seeping blood, star leaves. Young contrast against the sky, Translucent in light.

Falling- 400 word story- Book week 2022

Hello everyone 🙂 It’s a bit late, I know, but I thought it would be good to write something for book week this year. This year the book week theme was “Dreaming with eyes open” which got me thinking about how daydreams can present a varying array of thoughts and ideas- good, bad, confusing, and everything in between. Instead of allowing myself to use … Read More Falling- 400 word story- Book week 2022

Lucy duck

“Lucy! Lucy, where are you?” I saunter through the hallway of my house, glancing into each room as I pass by. My converse squeak against the honeyed timber boards, their all star symbols peaking out from the inner sides of my shoes. Photos stuck to the walls smile down at me. “Lucy duck?” The light spring breeze winds around my arms like the long … Read More Lucy duck

Lost in Winter

Footfalls muffled by numbing snow, Boots peeking out amidst sinking plains. Gloves held tight, Between frozen palms, Keeping heat from escaping her arms. Coat tangled up In little marching legs. Scarf wrapped tightly, Hat upon her head. Pigtails golden Against the bitter frost. “Where am I winter? I think I’m lost.”

New Year’s resolutions

Hey guys! I know it’s a bit late for New Year’s resolutions, but as they say, better late than never! I think that the holiday season really kicks my lazy factor into action. That, and the Christmas cake, pudding and mince pies. Christmas sure does taste good! Any way, back to the topic. Here are my New Year’s Resolutions for this year: 1. Be … Read More New Year’s resolutions

The principal’s office

The principal’s office, a land of despair, the mighty ruler’s evil lair. Where she sits amid the cries and yells, an ogre in a living hell. Where darkness reigns and nightmares spawn, and to which the naughty children are drawn. The principal’s office, a place of delight, where things that are wrong are always set right. Where she smiles and offers cakes, assuring they … Read More The principal’s office

At the markets

At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The greengrocer is there with his apples and plums, selling his fruits with a merry little hum. The baker is there with pastries and cakes, nibbling biscuits in her breaks. At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The jeweller is there … Read More At the markets

What will you spend your money on?

What will you spend your money on? A bracelet for mum? A book on cats? A rubber duck or a magic hat? A little toy frog that jumps up and down, or maybe a wig that belongs on a clown? What will you spend your money on? A hand knitted scarf? A new game to play? A soft toy elephant or a bundle of … Read More What will you spend your money on?

Through the trees

What lies just through the trees? Come and see!

The looking glass

Grasped in her hand was a looking glass, a tale waiting to be unraveled. Long fingers curled around it’s handle etched with birds and leaves, holding tighter than they seemed to be. She stroked the glass with her fingertips, longing to disappear within its surface. She closed her eyes slowly, as though afraid of damaging her lashes if she blinked too quickly. Her lips, … Read More The looking glass

Let me dance

I want to dance, but will these weary limbs hold me? I want to leap without falling, spin without tripping. To throw myself into movements, without throwing myself away. I want to dance, but can my quaking hands break the bars of my cage? Could I fly with the stars? Or would I merely jump to touch them and fall short? I want to … Read More Let me dance

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