• Limbo

    Painted across a backdrop of lush long grass, the tell-tale mounds of orange and gold beckoned for Anna’s approach. The chrysanthemums were in bloom. She pirouetted through each soft blade, skipping and dancing with an exuberance unfelt since childhood, and clutched the wicker basket tight. The Master was going to be so pleased with her! Six flowers boiled with a blackberry squeeze and his aching heart would settle; it was his favourite tea and she’d be certain to harvest enough for a weeks worth of brews. An earthy aroma rose up from the bushes and she wrinkled her nose. The scent seemed stronger than normal… it rose toward her in…

  • Obsessive Compulsive (a five-minute #freewrite)

    Another page torn from the book; another worthless list. She was obsessed with the things! Every day she would write list after list after list. They were budgets –sometimes the exact same budget written twenty thousand times– and they were things to-do… things to-do that were never done. She had books full of these things and every week she’d buy a new notepad just to write even more lists, lists, lists! Julia said it was some sort of obsessive compulsiveness, but she wasn’t so sure. She just liked the act of being organised, even if what she organised on paper never reached fruition in reality. It was, at least, a…

  • Well-being (a five-minute #freewrite)

    This was not good for my well-being. I looked down at the meagre portion before me. It was a “salad” with a side of tasteless rice. Now, I say “salad” because I honestly wouldn’t call this a salad. It was a single leaf of lettuce, one shrivelled cherry tomato, and the tiniest sliver of an onion… and no dressing to make it more palatable. How could they call this a “decent meal”? Were they insane? I looked over at them, smiling and eating their flavourless helping of the little white specks. It was undercooked, but they didn’t seem to realise. They were definitely insane. I poked at my piece of…