Martha considered herself open minded, when young girls requested an adventure over love, a career over housekeeping, a glamorous lifestyle over motherhood she granted their wish with her usual smile and continued to the next client. No one stood out in her memory anymore, no bond was forged, no motherly concern remained. But this youngContinue reading “25:88”
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25:87
He had been born in the wrong body, a concept he didn’t understand for a long time, but the sense of wrongness had always been there. He admired dresses but preferred them on others. His own feminine features made him avoid mirrors, when his chest began to develop he bound it painfully, praying it wouldContinue reading “25:87”
25:85
Martha’s usual melody of greeting died under the accusing youthful eyes. Her strained smile contained a melancholy sigh, remembering the old wonder and joy her arrival used to bring. ‘Hello dearie,’ she chirped, swishing her arms a little for effect. ‘How may I help?’ The young woman didn’t look ill, abused or distressed. The dressContinue reading “25:85”
25:84
Martha swished her wand as she read her new assignment. There were no details, which was common these days, no one poured their hearts out to stars anymore, just demanded an audience. A ‘poof’ of smoke and she was in a respectable but small room, the curtains were drawn, the bed unmade and a youngContinue reading “25:84”
25:83
(I think my repetitive rant poetry is getting a bit stale subject-wise and felt more inspired today to try explore a fairy tale twist idea I’ve had for a while. Hopefully more of this will follow.) It wasn’t what it used to be, being a Fairy Godmother. The role used to be appreciated, sacred, withContinue reading “25:83”
23:184
His compass saved him from wandering aimlessly amongst the sky. He’d travelled East on the ground, away from his home, so now he headed West, eyes aching from the bright white and blue that was never hidden. Night fell before anything changed and he hesitantly laid on the clouds, praying he wouldn’t fall through asContinue reading “23:184”
23:183
The air was thin, his lungs not fully satisfied whenever he took a breath. When the beanstalk stopped growing he climbed slowly, letting his body adjust until he broke above the clouds. The brightness hurt his eyes, blue and white like a floating sea, suspended and impossible. He clung to the beanstalk as he summonedContinue reading “23:183”
23:181
Felicia’s days had been long, unbearably dull and void of hope since the day the beanstalk had fallen. She’d cut off communication with Jack, too ashamed to reply, but had still held a secret hope that everything could return to how it was. Now the landers had cut that option and once again the groundContinue reading “23:181”
23:174
Jack’s dreams were haunted with Felicia, crushed to goo, torn apart, eaten whole. He woke with a cry, the image of her being wrapped in plant stalks, crushing her, still imprinted on his eyes. The beanstalk loomed beside him, still growing, creeping into the sky to block out the sun. All sleep deserted him asContinue reading “23:174”
23:172
Jack travelled deeper into the forest, his new weapon tested on any inhabitants wishing to challenge him. Memories of Crazy Mary’s story haunted him and he scanned for clues of its existence, perhaps a giant’s bones lay forgotten in this place. Perhaps it was all a lie. He travelled two days then set to formContinue reading “23:172”
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