• Escape (#fiftywords)

    Wrinkled hands gripped delicate porcelain, trembling as memories invaded. Would she never forget? The years of torture, despair, the perilous escape! Time was gifted to her, but the past held her bound… there would be no escape; not until death freed her. The porcelain shattered, sharp shards clutched tight. Escape.   Fiftywords! This is an entry for @jayna’s #fiftywords. The prompt this week is — gift — and instead of feeling the Christmas spirit, apparently this depressing thing wanted to show itself. πŸ™‚ You can find the contest and join in, behind these blue words. πŸ˜€ I wasn’t too sure what to do for the prompt at first, but I…

  • 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…

  • Trick or Treat (#fiftywords)

    Melanie hurried home, her pulse quickening, the darkness broken by flames flickering behind jagged teeth and evil eyes. One of them winked at her β€”the pumpkins were alive! Silhouettes rose tall and blocked her path. She ran, screaming, and tripped over her feet as cheerful voices shrieked, “Trick or treat!”     This little tale was written for @jayna’s #fiftywords challenge ~ the prompt for this week is – pumpkin – and there is still time! You can find the challenge behind these blue words! Come, join us! (Not said in a creepy cult-like way, not at all) πŸ˜€ I was a bit stumped when I first saw the prompt.…

  • 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!  …