Tag: Short story
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! 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
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?
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.
Arguments flaring with no real fuel, setting alight figurative buildings for the sake of ones enjoyment. The opponents coming with a spread of answers and questions to throw in her direction. Alas, my Queen, she may fall this time if her sharp tongue does not sneer in the right way, or if her words are mellowed and empty. My fair Queen, do not revel … Read More The Queen of arguments
Talking, but the words I utter dissolve before making an impact. Singing, but my melodies are background noise, not payed attention to. Crying, but emotion doesn’t slice into the hearts of onlookers; instead, they watch on as though my pain were merely an ant on a leaf. Dancing, but my feet are numb, stepping in a rhythmic yet dull patter; a pattern that goes … Read More Talking