• Relief (#365daysofwriting)

    The crossroads were before us, but we couldn’t pass. No lights directed the flow of traffic and the cars whizzed past in an endless vehicular stream. It was impossible. Pedestrian crossings led every which way, but they seemed more of a suggestion than anything else –cross at your own peril– we were going to be stranded here for the rest of our lives. Who’s fool idea was it to come here, anyway? Joey sensed my glare and nudged my shoulder, a goofy grin plastered across his face. “You ready for this?” he asked with a flippant wave of his hand, gesturing to the busy road. “Are you mad? I will…

  • Oblivion (#365daysofwriting)

    Autumn winds dance through rain-drenched fields, Golden grass dulled by darkened clouds – A tangled passage that will be conquered. Determination. Traversing across untraveled paths, Sheer curtains inhibit delicate steps – Slender blades conceal certain peril. Indifference. Windswept branches pierce through the mist, Tainted skies breached by gnarled limbs, The forest beckons. Oblivion.     Today is Day 313 of the #365daysofwriting challenge, hosted by @mydivathings, and this is my little creation for today’s challenge. 🙂 Which you can find behind these blue words. I knew from the moment I saw the photo that I wanted to write a small poem for it, but the words failed me for most…

  • An Eternal Dance (#fiftywords and#365daysofwriting)

    The encroaching mist transformed into a woman, pirouetting and twirling in a mesmerising dance. Lily watched, enraptured by the woman’s grace. A chill touched her heart. The air stood still. The woman vanished. As flexible as a windswept branch, Lily danced along the city’s pathways… she had never danced before.     Today is Day 312 of the #365daysofwriting challenge, hosted by @mydivathings, and I thought that I would do this story in #fiftywords, of which the prompt for this week is – ghost. This one took a while for me to fit. I wanted to embellish it so much more! Ethereal this, ghostly that, and focus more on the…

  • Sixth; Survival

    Nisha peered left and then right. A chill swept across her chest and she looked down, quickly wrapping her arms about herself. Where the hell were her clothes? Where the hell was she? How long had she even been out here? It couldn’t have been long or she wouldn’t be awake right now, alive… was she alive? A wintry forest rose tall above aqua waters, concealing snowy peaks that tried to peer out from behind the thick growth, and the silence was a whistling scream that threatened to rupture her muddled mind. Soft tendrils of steam danced atop the flawless lake -warmth; that was all that mattered. Her missing clothes…

  • Sweet Dreams (#365daysofwriting)

    The clock is ticking. Ten seconds remain. Soon the sun will fall beyond the horizon and my illusions will fade. This is my least favourite time. It seems such a short amount, but the reality is that time is relative; ten seconds can be an eternity if only you wish them to be, if you dare dream them to be. I am a dreamer. Deep in slumber, my dreams drown me every night… or is it that I drown in my dreams? I no longer know. I think it may be a little of both. I spend my days in purgatory, longing for the moment my eyes close once more,…

  • When Embers Become Stars

    Marie watched Marcus tend the flames, her hand on her stomach. She should have sought help sooner. Their lives were ruined, his life was lost… it was her fault! Embers shrouded the sky and she turned away from the pyre. Goodbye, little one; may you become one with the stars.   This little snippet of writing was created for two challenges… fiftywords and 365daysofwriting. The prompt this week for #fiftywords is – goodbye – and you can find the challenge here, hosted by @jayna! The photo is the prompt for #365daysofwriting, which is courtesy of Vlad Bagacian on Unsplash! And you can find this challenge here, hosted by @mydivathings!  …