I wonder if raindrops have shadows. Everything has a shadow. The rain must have a shadow too. I think I’ve seen rain shadows once, in my garden, but now I’m not sure. I look for them every time it rains. Mostly I see only light and water. But sometimes – in the grass, on a wall – I see them. Rain shadows. And I know they’re there.
I have always loved the gentleness of stars. They are sharp clear things, full of intensity, but they never puncture. They never tear. Their twinkle is soft. When I end up among them I shall be safe.
The parking lot was empty. It was full of cars just a minute ago. Andrew reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small black object. “Blackwing to base,” he said into the mouthpiece. “I’ve found the interdimensional portal.”
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Written for Twittering Tales #78 – 3 April 2018
The Last Rose of Babylon sat beneath the willow tree. All around her was a dream of emerald. Floating in this dream were butter-coloured lilies and daisies like fallen stars. The dying embers of sunshine glittered in her hair.
Oh but if it could last, she thought.
She knew it could not.
Tomorrow the Persians invade.
The time for gentle things was gone.
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Written for Sunday Writing Prompt “It’s All in the Title”
There was always two of us. Two of us to share, two of us to compare, two of us to pick favourites with.
Until I pushed Addie down the stairs.
Then there was only one of us.
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Written for Twittering Tale #77 – 27 March 2017
Getting lost in the marsh wasn’t great for our friendship. There was a lot of finger pointing. We were about to bite each other’s heads off when the swamp monster appeared. It took one look at us and dived right back under water.
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Written for Twittering Tale #76 – 20 March 2017
My mind is my only sanctuary. It’s the only place where I’m in control. Outside, danger and death stalk my every move. But inside, they hold no power over me.
I’ve created a world for myself. I’m Princess Asturine, a beautiful but misunderstood royal who gave up courtly duties in favour of a more spiritual lifestyle.
They’ve given me my own property away from prying eyes. There’s a lovely garden out back full of flowers growing wild and free. There’s a gazebo there crowned by weeping willows. I like to read there on my own. The breeze reminds me of rosewater, and the raindrops in the willow fronds are like little lights in the darkness.
Not everyone approves of my garden.
Mum is angry. “What are you saying? That she’s crazy?”
The psychiatrist is trying to calm her down. “Aylin doesn’t know the difference between reality and fantasy.”
I can hear Mum’s sobs from my garden.
They float past the lily pond to the gazebo where I sit, eyes closed.
I’m sorry Mum, I want to say. It’s not that I don’t know the difference. It’s just that I don’t want to.
(Image courtesy of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo)
Written for Sue Vincent’s Writephoto prompt: Sanctuary
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The portal wasn’t what we thought. We thought to see the marvels of the future, but all we see is destruction and death. Let this log serve as a warning – curiosity killed more than the cat.
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Written for Twittering Tale #70 – 6 February 2018
What’re you looking at? That’s what I wanted to say to the nosy human with the flashy-thing in his hand. He’s always up here in my face, waving that flashy-thing about. Can’t a yak get some peace? Or do I have to show him what my horns are for?
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Written for Three Line Tales, Week 105
She was happy, happy, happy. That’s what she told herself every day.
She refused to give in to sorrow. She refused when they razed her village to the ground. She refused when they killed her father and took her brother.
She had no bullets left to fire – her smile would have to do.
Written for Twittering Tale #69 – 30 January 2018