The fireplace animated the shadows within the forgotten library. The shadowy recesses of the shelves haughtily held their secrets close, the dancing darkness guarding the path to revelation. The open sitting area nonchalantly presented a thick layer of dust covering everything, except where recent footprints had disturbed its long slumber. The window to the outer … Continue reading Secrets and Silence
A cold breeze drifted through the splintered door hanging loosely from its frame. Beyond, withered leaves strayed among the pages of books lying askew surrounding a toppled bookshelf, congregating in silent corners. Dust swirled in intricate patterns, illuminated by pale sunlight through a cracked window. The door swayed slightly in the breeze, the sturdy wood … Continue reading The Silence of Memory
They practically lived on the rooftops that summer. He would provide the music, and she the stories, for the many hours as they peacefully passed by. Apart from a few responsibilities and chores, their hours were theirs to waste as they wished, and they knew exactly what it was that they wished. They stayed up … Continue reading Winter Wind
Constant consistent control. Beware release: loose scribbles scrawling away; cacophony across pages, dissonance between dreams and reality.
They speak of the Supermoon like it is a rare occurrence. Except when I do research the internet tells me that every fourteenth month a supermoon appears. And what is so special about this that it deserves such a name? When the moon is already the brightest light in the sky will you actually … Continue reading Supermoon
Stars are nothing but great big balls of gas. Just a huge ball of flaming gas. She had to remind herself of this fact each night, because each night she would sit in her darkened room, trying to ignore the life she was forced to live, and stare out at the beauty of the otherness … Continue reading Flaming Gas
Amidst the joyful dancers twirling about the ballroom in time to the cheerful waltz played by the orchestra, a sad girl manoeuvered her way to the empty balcony. She carefully gathered her skirt around her as she sat down on the stone railing. A chilly wind blew around her, but she barely noticed it, too … Continue reading Stone and Soul