So I said that I wouldn’t write reviews for fiction because it would hinder the experience of getting lost in a book – and going into a book wanting to review it is still something I won’t do. But this one, that I found today in the bargain box due to a slightly damaged spine,Continue reading “Book Review of Oz by Bobbie Darbyshire”
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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”
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 City Street
Cold feet A city street Bloody suite A frozen seat Death won A life gone Someone’s son They can’t go on Someone cries Another lies As the boy dies His body fries Questions asked Judgement passed A noose is cast Peace at last
We ran through the trees
We ran together through the trees. So far away from everything that could cause us harm, we were free. There were no parents to call us home for tea, no bullies to steal our pencil cases. Just the trees, the wind, you and me. It was perfect. Sitting by the old oak in the centreContinue reading “We ran through the trees”
Let me live this lie
Look me in the eye and tell me everything will be okay. I don’t care if it’s a lie. I don’t care that the world is crumbling around us. I just want to hear you say it. We’re going to be okay. If I don’t hear it, I cannot fight. And I refuse to goContinue reading “Let me live this lie”
Hell’s Companion
“Only you can run. They stay with me forever. This is the price you pay for dancing with the Devil. Every action has a consequence and this is yours. Say your farewells. You will never see them again. Now run away. Or I’ll keep you too.” Hell’s not too bad. I’ve been here for overContinue reading “Hell’s Companion”
A Mother’s Canvas
The inkblot dried up into the paper and she watched the colours change. Blue. Black. Red. The crying was growing louder but she couldn’t help. She had to do this. She had no choice. Grey. Green. Orange. The colours blended and swirled, the paint’s fragrance filling the room. Tears streaming and her mind swimming, sheContinue reading “A Mother’s Canvas”
Imagination Mansion 