I wake up to a gentle tone, growing in volume and a mild chill to the air. My alarm is telling me to wake up, it’s time to get ready for work. Grumbling, I slither out from under the covers, one limb at a time, trying to cling on to the warmth of the bedsheets […]Read More Inappropriately touched by a pigeon
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 […]Read More 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 […]Read More 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, […]Read More Writing Prompt | 4:00am
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 […]Read More 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 […]Read More Whining, published
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. Dear Diary, ‘Ol’ Blue’. That’s what Mops and Pops called it in our bedtime stories. The Elders called it ‘Earth […]Read More Writing Prompt | The Earth is destroyed
“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 […]Read More Writing Prompt | Death has been eradicated. War, however, has not.