• Smitten (a five-minute #freewrite)

    “He has warm amber eyes. They are as liquid gold, gleaming bright beneath the rays of a full sun,” Lily swooned. “I could stare into them forever. And ever. And ever!” “Calm your farm,” Chloe rolled her eyes and sipped her tea. “You’ve been blinded by his golden sheen. Look at you. If your grin gets any larger your face will split in half, your brain will fall out. Maybe it already has.” Lily’s infatuated grin widened impossibly further and Chloe winced, waiting for the inevitable crack. It didn’t. If this were a horror comedy, her face would halve and a creature would have crawled out, grinning with teeny tiny…

  • Stale Pepperoni Pizza (a five-minute #freewrite)

    The stale pepperoni pizza glares up at me and I glare right back before stabbing it with a dirty fork. Pizza and a fork? ‘Unthinkable,’ I hear you think as loud as though you were speaking, but I can’t get my fingers dirty; the water situation in this apartment is… lacking, for lack of better word. This was life these days. When we were children we proclaimed that we couldn’t wait to become adults, to rule the world, and now I am one. And I most certainly am not ruling anything, unless you count this days old pizza. I am Adult, Lord of the Stale Pizza, and I don’t want…

  • Whims of the Icelvare (a story in progress)

    Stone buildings lay in pieces upon the snow-dusted dirt, their crumbled remains strewn about shattered glass that glittered as diamonds beneath the sunrays, and white scorchmarks, gleaming with cyan edging, painted the destruction with intense, jagged streaks. It was oddly beautiful, but it wasn’t a sight to be admired. Avelae leaned out from behind the safety of a boulder and peered across the ravaged fields, her unshed tears threatening to burst free and run raging rivers that mimicked her raging pulse. Why had the creature attacked? They had lived side-by-side in harmony until now. What had they done to deserve this violence, this death? SCCCRROOOOOOOAAARRRRRRR! Her blood froze. It was…

  • Take a Chance pt.8 (a five-minute #freewrite)

    Joey strode towards the small clearing by the edge of Esrann Canyon, a smug determination clear in his bouncing steps. I winced and slowly followed at his back. ‘Camping’ –nothing good could come from this. With a flick of his shoulder, his Superman backpack slid down his arm and he whipped it open, tipped it upside down, and then raise an eyebrow. Instead of tent poles, tent sheets, and whatever else should have been included in a camping pack, out drifted a long sliver of pink plastic. “Camping stuff… right…” I rolled my eyes. “Shh, shh,” he waved impatiently then picked up the vibrant pink plastic. “Ah-ha!” he exclaimed, then…

  • Solitude (a #weekendfreewrite)

    The sound had finally moved away from him. The footsteps! Heavy, impatient, tapping their toes at his front door as the people they belonged to waited for him to answer… they had gone. At last. Callum peeled back the curtain and peered into the outside world. Fog weaved through his winter garden in thick spindrals, only pierced by fat drops of rain. No sign of ‘them’ remained, though it was hard to be sure when he couldn’t see properly. ‘Them.’ Unwanted guests. It was Sunday, nine in the morning, and as anyone who knew him knew, he didn’t appreciate his solitude being taken from him. Family, friends, anyone. If they…

  • Take a Chance pt.7 (a five-minute #freewrite)

    “Champagne?” Joey asked, whipping out a bottle and glass from behind his back. “Please don’t tell me you pulled that out your arse,” I cringed. “Of course not!” He whipped around and showcased his bright blue superman backpack then faced me again with his characteristic madman grin. “Champagne?” he repeated, wiggling the bottle back and forth. “I don’t need the glass,” I hurriedly said and snatched the bottle out of his hand, gouged both thumbs into the cork, then popped said cork into the air with a triumphant whoosh before slurping the entire bottle. “Thanks.” For the first time, Joey looked at me with a dumbfounded wince painted across his…

  • Take a Chance pt.6 (a five-minute #freewrite)

    Why couldn’t we have gone to the library? Why did we have to be up here, flying across a gaping chasm via the heavy wings of frantic flying foxes? It didn’t even seem possible –flying foxes were little guys. This thing, with a clawed foot grasped in each of my hands, was as massive as a flying cow. And I don’t think it liked me. Joey’s flying fox was substantially less frantic. Where the hell was he getting all of these animals from anyway? He did say that he got the hippo from Amazon, surely these didn’t come from there too… the poor postman. Courier work with Joey-types around could…

  • Take a Chance pt.5 (a five-minute #freewrite)

    Paralysed, I stared down into the gaping canyon, my eyes widening further with every extended second it took to take in what awaited me. Thousands of trees grew upwards as spiny spears reaching for me, taunting me, mocking me, telling me that when I inevitably fell into their depths they’d spike me with their sharp, evil treetops. Joey clapped a hand against my shoulder and I stumbled headfirst, heart racing, only saved by the railing pressed up against my belly. “Fuck. I hate you,” I gasped. “You love it,” he smiled. “You ready?” “Ready?” I blinked. “For what? You haven’t even told me what we’re doing here besides some notion…

  • Take a Chance pt.4 (a five-minute #freewrite)

    I glared at the back of Joey’s head, cursing every ringlet that dangled at his back. Maybe I should chop it all off while he slept. That would be ‘fun.’ How dare he accuse me of not knowing what ‘fun’ is anymore! I still had fun, I just didn’t have to be an imbecile to enjoy my life. I found fun and enjoyment in my own way. My own responsible way. Like, not ordering live hippopotamus’ online from Amazon for a lark. That wasn’t ‘fun,’ that was reckless. And expensive. My eyes watered at how much he must’ve spent on such a creature. As though he knew I was cursing…

  • Take a Chance pt.3 (a five-minute #freewrite)

    “Joey,” I said, unable to tear my eyes from the large hippo’s crazed, rolling eyes. “Where in the hells did you get a hippo? “Oh, this?” he said, sending a wink and scratching it behind a wiggly ear. “Amazon sells everything these days. It arrived five minutes ago! Crazy. I only ordered it this morning and it was packaged, posted, and at the door in hours.” “Why did you get a hippo?” Joey shrugged, hopped down from its back, and smacked its rear end, sending it galloping through the Rigel’s Nursing Home and into the pool out the back. Old women shrieked and screamed while old men roared with laughter…