No More Time

“Give me time.” It was ironic; she needed the time but there was no time to be given. After all, it was the one thing one couldn’t buy, the one thing that flowed through one’s hands without ever being stopped. He needed time: maybe in time, a cure would be found to beat the sickness…

A short update

There’s nothing abstract about pain; almost. It’s something that one experiences physically whether the suffering is physical or emotional. My post will be short and a stream of consciousness since I can’t expect to write anything very thoughtful right now: the pain is bearable but a bit much for creative writing today. I haven’t been…

Happy, Happiest

The memories were vivid, as if everything happened the day before. In many ways it had. And today was just the happiest day of all the happy days she could have hoped for. She remembered the project: that was what it became after a while, although a child should never really be a project, should…

Fighter

Hair. Everywhere. On her pillow, in the bathroom, in the shower when she washed. She knew it must happen but it didn’t make it easier. She was constantly torn between annoyance – she felt as if she were vacuuming every day – and sorrow. She’d always been so proud of her hair, she’d always found…

Liar Liar

Wood… why? Why would someone decide to be a carpenter in this day and age? He’d been perfect until then: was he even making money? It wasn’t as if he’d lied. If she cared to remember he had indicated in his profile that he worked with wood. But she hadn’t looked much beyond the picture…

Under the Magnifying Glass

She nursed her glass careful not to let any thought transpire. She’d always valued her privacy and it was annoying to have her life scrutinized and put under the magnifying glass of the media. It was necessary though, she’d been told. She wasn’t convinced but if it helped, she had to pretend and lend herself…

Wrong Perceptions

Penelope looked exquisite in the pearly white dress she wore, a vision of purity and perfection. Philip almost gasped when she entered the church. She was an image of what a bride should be: poised, serene and happy. The smile on her face precluded any hidden doubt or sorrow about the situation. Everyone’s preconception of…

The Red Coat

The coat was hanging in the closet begging to be worn. Only Virginia knew she shouldn’t. Still it looked so beautiful; a red velvet coat that would drop down to a woman’s ankle when she wore high heels, hiding whatever she’d be wearing underneath. It resembled the coats women of the 19th century would be…

New Beginnings

The last time I saw Jenny Lavoie was the first day of my new life. You see it was the first time I stood up for myself; Jenny Lavoie had been traumatizing me since we were kids. For some stupid reason, our parents decided we should be best friends when we were like 6 months…

Gathering of a Fellowship

Her parents didn’t understand. Who cared what ‘moot’ really meant? She’d always thought it referred to a gathering: ever since she’d read The Lord of the Rings, she’d associated moot with a meeting of friends. After all, that was what the Entmoot was: a gathering of Ents to discuss the issues and what was happening…

Bear/Bare ~ Meddling Siblings

Bareback! She was riding bareback and astride too. What was she thinking about? How could she be so thoughtless and careless about her reputation? And theirs? She was going to ruin it all. How could she be so selfish? Dahlia turned to Rose whose face identical to hers bore what she assumed the same expression…

Sh ~ Twisted Fate

“Shush little one. They will hear.” She whispered to the boy. There were three of them surrounding her, holding onto her in the shadows of the room hoping praying they wouldn’t be found. The boy sniffled trying to stop crying. She understood. She was terrified too. She wasn’t sure yet why she’d taken them with…