A fantasy

As I jump up and down excitedly, hands extended to catch the pink balloons flying though the park, my little brother chases me, attempting to catch me up. Mum, holding 4-month-old Daisy, watches patiently from the side-lines, love evident in her eyes.

Claudia

Around her, buildings rise in a collage of superimposing purple and pinks. Through the streets, she walks without fear; confident, but resolved. Today, she will meet her fate and she’s accepted it, knows she has no way out. For centuries, the man in the suit and top hat has followed her, stalking her through dim…

Stage

I turn my back on the crowd and let the murmurs rise. The light from the stage stays on well after I’ve left, and I switch identity in the changing rooms. Taking off one mask to put on another.

An intoxicating mess

Just my presence is intoxicating, they don’t even need a kiss. They already can’t get enough. And I get sick on their reactions, their inquiring and curious looks turn my stomach. Is it not blatantly clear that I’m dark inside, that I’m mere dust held together solely by the force of sheer will? How can…

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and at night I lock the doors to keep the monsters in   and at dawn I fly away to escape my present   and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece   and at noon I wish my thoughts away

My home

My home was beautiful, and I was trapped in it. It was a sublime cell. A beautiful, wonderful prison and I was caught up in it. I couldn’t get enough. I drowned in it and despite it making me sick I was addicted to the feeling of being lost, of falling without restraint, of never…

Fire

“The fire dances, mesmerizing as it twirls on its own, yet so dangerous when it grows bigger or when you come closer” I can’t get enough of the tension, this sick, haunting, compelling anticipation. I see the fire, feel its warmth sear my veins from afar,  and I can’t wait to be burned. “You set…

I need a painkiller

  I don’t need someone to love me. I need a painkiller. Someone who’ll make me forget everything,and everything I’ve gone through. Someone who’ll make me blank, siphon all the dirt away until I don’t remember it being there in the first place. I need someone to help me breathe and teach my limbs to…

Flash Fiction challenge (really late! But yay I’m posting again!)

Look, guys, I know I haven’t posted in nearly 10 days. I would normally give you the usual spiel that I’ve been busy with important stuff and will start posting regularly again shortly. Except that I’m awful at apologies. And that that isn’t true. Yes, I will start posting again more often, but no, I…

Two thoughts – Flash Fiction Challenge

I know this is really late and I know I have no excuse (do too many parties and a hangover count?), but this is what I wrote for Kimberley Crawford‘s Flash Fiction Challenge due on July the 3rd. It’s a tad more than 50 words, but as long as I write, I don’t think it…

Lost at sea – Color by Words Challenge

I took Emily Dunbar and J.T. Carlton‘s “Color by Words” challenge.   I wanted, at first, to make something serious and well thought-out with it, but decided against it. The words the random generator picked for me were “Victorian” and “Wombat”. Here’s what my insanely-weird mind came up with.   Here I was, minding my own…

Midday Musings #2

18/04/15 I want to remember that I am first and foremost their daughter. I belong to them and myself, and no one else. I decide who lays claim. No matter who’s body this is, whether it belongs to my parents, or me, or any lover who stakes claim, my mind and soul will always be theirs….