Totem – Extract 4

The overhead clock ticks as the minutes passed by. In the Head’s office, all conversation has fallen silent rather prematurely. The office is filled from foot to ceiling with old, battered books and the lamp flickers on and off. Dust lays thick over the cupboard and the window sill. The Head seems to be having…

Peeking from behind my faded identity

My days are numbered How many I have left, I know not But what I can tell you is that Today is day 6598 * So many for such a short time That whizzes by without my knowledge How is it that here I can drink But am not trusted to drive my young carcass…

Great expectations

Withering books are piled high With the worlds I’ll never experience The people I’ll never greet The lives I’ll never lead * Schoolwork is stacked high With the expectations I’ll never meet The jobs I’ll never have The lives I’ll never lead * Clothes hang, weighing down the railing With the skins I’ll never wear…

Totem : Extract 3

I gasped as I was brought back to my present task: crouched in the bushes, binoculars pressed to my eyes, I was seeking my enemy in the valley below. The ravine was a strategic point, enabling me to spy without being seen. The careless shouts and laughter of the men echo up to me as…

Racing time

How long do I have left to wait? Where does the road end and meet mine? Forever embracing the present, How come my future always Fades with the snap of fingers? * Click Button pushed, Light switched * All vanishing with the tide I can now count my memories, Like dominoes waiting to tumble, They…

Totem : Extract 2

The Cloaked Ones barged in, slamming doors and pushing their way through the house. All the two of us could do was stare. My eyes were open wide, shocked beyond belief. I was bewildered. Ed was calmer, resigned, though his jaw was set and I could see his clenched fists under the piano. When they…

Totem : Extract 1

A story I started writing in 9th grade. It would fall more or less in the 2nd book of the story I’m writing at the moment, as I felt the need to go further into my characters’ past and discover the world they came from. . Enjoy! 🙂 Ellie He started playing. The soft music…

Singing day

Should it mean something that today Felt like a dream? Reflective like glass Clear and precise The colours of my white dress and pink scarf * Bright sunlight outside Visibly warmer than of late But also cool enough that my mind Fell into the illusion of it all being real * Today, everything was singing…

Breathing

It seems so much easier to breathe now That the wind is gone Paradoxically: trouble still remains * But I feel I’m closer to the surface now Not so much drowning As floating, sifting through the rocks And the clinging sand below * The memories slip and let go as the current Washes them away…

Mirror

My halo is somehow still holding on Long ago, I spray-painted it black So others wouldn’t see that It’s detachable, removable * That it could be washed away at The gust of the wind When the memories are deleted I clip it back on, scrub it clean * And pretend nothing’s changed But no door…

Hummingbird

You were a hummingbird A hovering could have been A possibility A chance I didn’t take * You flew just out of reach I had no strength to seek that far Instead, I was drowned by the probability * It seemed so freeing To construct the future in my head Like a city * But…

Your presence like a scent

You whisper to me across the veil Your simmering words of loss Seep into my mind I seek an equilibrium I cannot find * The memories furnish forgotten rooms Your presence like a scent So familiar yet unidentifiable So difficult to access those rooms I have long ago lost the key * Pale colours guide…