Tag: prose

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

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

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

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

It

It was a frosty night, the bitter cold whipped against tall, creaking buildings. The pale moon let off a pathetic dim light, one that did nothing to aid peoples sight. There were no stars in the sky, leaving it with a bare, empty feel. The air was crisp and stung your eyes. On an inky black street, where alley cats lurked, a shadow darted … Read More It

It was another day at middle school, a place where queen bee’s came to gossip, and bullies came to bash out. I trudged through the ancient gates that groaned with each push, and into the lair of the crusty receptionists. Today I was greeted by grizzly old face blusher. She’s called this because she always has some nasty comment to make your face look … Read More

Waiting

23 pairs of eyes are on the clock, watching the seconds tick by…….

Air

Closing your eyes, you take your last breath no plunge into the cloudy waters…..

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