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.