Category: The World
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, 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, 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? 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?
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
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
The opening. The shutting. A heart cracked in two. Love oozing out in place of blood, being trampled by thoughtless strangers. The opening. The shutting. The blink of an eye. Salty tears touch the dry earth which steals away its moisture. The opening. The shutting. Too much in pain to make anything come out. Lips sealed tight with imaginary superglue. The opening. The shutting. … Read More The opening. The shutting.