A jigsaw, tipped out on the floor, pieces scattered everywhere. A pile of leaves, strewn about by an errant wind. A watercolour painting, left out in the rain. A calm river, disturbed by a landslide. A well-worn book, knocked off a park bench and forgotten, out of sight. A bracelet snagged on a hook, beads … Continue reading For now, I am
"Once every 24 hours, you must, without fail, make a wish, and toss a coin fairly. If you guess the toss correctly, your wish is granted. If you guess incorrectly, the results of the wish are given to the person on Earth you least want to have it." It's lunch and I'm throwing imaginary daggers … Continue reading Writing Prompt | The Wish
I thought to myself, I don't feel any different. Is it supposed to hurt? Is the breath supposed to catch in my throat? Am I supposed to just not be anymore? I opened my eyes and looked at the vista in front of me. I was lucky that my Time happened to coincide with the dawn, … Continue reading Writing Prompt | 4:00am
Hi, We haven't spoken in a while. If we had, I could just ask you how your week has been, but it's been so many weeks that that question is void. But how are you doing? What's your job now? Do you have a partner? What's their name? You don't,? Are you looking or are … Continue reading An open letter to my family and friends
The back of my neck is really cold. It's not because I'm in a cold place, and I'm not on a ghost hunt being creeped out. Nope. I got my hair cut! Last Thursday I decided to bite the bullet and book an appointment. I've got Taryn Way and The Bloggers Hub to thank for the final … Continue reading Chop chop!
I'm having a dilemma. I don't know whether to get my hair cut. There are more important things going on in the world, and my life, even, but this is still quite a big decision for me. In the summer of 2016 I cut off my lower-than-shoulder length hair to a pixie cut, and then … Continue reading To chop or not to chop
You're wading through a river, against the flow. Left, right, left, right. One step in front of the other, slowly gaining ground, but feeling the pressure against you each for each foot of progress. You can see the path ahead through the clear, frigid water, and the pitfalls ahead are a mixture of obvious and … Continue reading A river and a rock
She'd booked the time off months ago - attempting to take advantage of the bank holidays - and, rather naively, she'd not expected anything to go wrong and therefore didn't take the possibility of change into account, despite her pessimistic nature. It was the Friday of her week off and she had done nothing of … Continue reading Whining, published
Dear Diary, 'Ol' Blue'. That's what Mops and Pops called it in our bedtime stories. The Elders called it 'Earth from Long Ago' in their sermons. Kids would run around in spacewalk dress-up yelling "I'm an Earthish, I come in peace!" while pretending to scan their playmates. I had a different name for it, a … Continue reading Writing Prompt: The Earth is destroyed. Humanity has been reduced to a race of vagabonds, drifting from planet to planet in ‘caravans’ of ships, tolerated, but never welcome. You don’t mind much though; you always liked travelling.
"No! Mum! Why?!" I wake up, thrashing, ripping the covers that have entwined themselves around my neck. It was just a dream, this time. I can still feel the phantom touch of her failing grip on mine; the passing of time has worn away her face from my memory but never those last few seconds of … Continue reading Writing Prompt: Death has been eradicated. War, however, has not.