Memory

 She was drifting away from me again. Her voice; her face; her memory. They were fading rapidly. I clung onto them in desperation. I had promised her that I wouldn’t forget her but her image was blurring around the edges, memories slipping through my finger. I almost didn’t recognise the girl that looked at meContinue reading “Memory”

The First Letter

 Dear Nadia,  It is raining again today. I wonder if it was a sign. That the world was so sad that the sky started crying. But that’s just the suppressed poet in me I guess. What else can I say? It was a sad day. Alma was crying at first but by the time weContinue reading “The First Letter”

Dream

Dream of clear skies Dream of daisies Dream of the field of happiness that never ends  Let the dream of light and hope wash over you Cling onto it in your darkest moments Let it remind you that times were bright once And they will be again Let the smell of roses and wildflowers fillContinue reading “Dream”

The Shuttle Hanger

The shuttle hanger loomed over the river. A hideous stain on the land of their fathers, her mother had remarked. But Lila had always felt drawn to it because of one main reason. All the bodies of metal within the hanger’s walls had been in space at least once.  They had visited the stars.  LilaContinue reading “The Shuttle Hanger”

A Witch Convicted

The castle walls loomed. I’d already been here a month and nobody would tell me the date of my trial. So I spent another day sitting in filth. Witchcraft. That was my crime. But who knew what my punishment would be, or even who accused me. They just took me from my house and draggedContinue reading “A Witch Convicted”

Wind Blows Cold

Do you know why the wind blows cold? It is to give you its warning. It is no longer safe here, it cries. Move along to the next town, city, country. There you will find haven. But not here. Not any more. The wind blows cold to protect you as you journey along. It keepsContinue reading “Wind Blows Cold”

Life in your eyes

Running with life in your eyes, it’s dangerous. You never know who wants to take that happiness from you. But they won’t use it well. They twist it, morph it – change it into something they can use. That pure happiness becomes burning rage, hate, anger. They can handle these with their poisoned hands andContinue reading “Life in your eyes”