Every day on his way to work James would pass a guy in the underground station playing a saxophone with his eyes closed. There were always three things that stood out to him- how good it sounded, how the music reminded him of a jazz band he'd been in at Uni and how very beautiful… Continue reading Busking
The room had felt cold when they'd all come to sit in it, but now the air was stuffy, sweaty and stressed. The jurors had filed in and taken their seats. He stood and faced them all. He knew the verdict by counting how many of them could look him in the eye. The judge… Continue reading Involuntary Guilt
I’m not religious, but today I feel blessed. The dusky light filling my living room is soft and beautiful, the air outside is crisp and I feel lucky to be right where I am.
Today I’ve been studying. I’ve been staring at books and my computer screen all day, I have a headache and my eyes are dry, but still I feel fortunate. When I look up from my screen I can see out of the window, through the trees just stirring into Spring, green leaves beginning to unfurl and buds starting to appear on the branches. Chipmunks are running up and down the trunks and tiny, delicate birds flit from one tree to another. Beyond the trees lies a mirror still lake. A swan sits motionless on top of the glassy surface. I look out of that window, past the trees to the lake and the swan and the dragonflies…
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You were either pink or you were blue. Those were the only options, but could you even call them that when there was no manner of choice involved at all? Ash was born a blue. There were certain things blues could do and certain things they couldn't because those things were reserved for pinks. Ash… Continue reading Neutral
The lifestyle you have chosen does not not exist in the republic. He heard those words as he was arrested. He heard them as he was locked away without trial. He heard them over and over again, although he did not choose to. He did not choose the sleep deprivation. He did not choose the beatings.… Continue reading Choices
The prisoners lay in the dark. They would have been side by side if it weren't for the thick stone wall between them. Their cells were hardly bigger than a coffin. No light got in- No way of telling what time of day it was. No way of knowing the season. No sound from the… Continue reading Prisoner 579
Every time he closed his eyes he could hear a hum. The song of every soul in the universe being sung out at once. He tuned his inner ear and focused on one. It didn't always jump out right away, but when he had found it he could turn it up and make it stronger. It… Continue reading Soul Tuner
Firstly, thank you so much hailangeliccreation for the nomination! If you're not already following her, please go check her out- great fiction as well as being a genuinely lovely, warm and welcoming blogger. Rules of the Versatile Blogger Award: Thank the blogger who nominated you and share their link. Nominate at least 10 bloggers for the… Continue reading The Versatile Blogger Award!
This was not my first year attempting a NaNoWriMo project, but it was my first year completing the 50 000 word count. Here are a few things I learnt on the journey- It Doesn't Have to be Good You may have 50 000 words at the end of the month but you will not have… Continue reading Things I learnt during my first (successful) Camp NaNoWriMo
The people who came to her were cold and lonely. They drifted in from elsewhere. Some only stayed for a night. Some stayed longer. They were drawn in by the light of her fire. She invited them to sit and listen. As she spoke she would take her words from the air and spin them […]