Written for my Reading as a Writer assessment. Based off my 21:3 poem (also posted today. She turned around and pulled, but they wouldn’t move. No amount of begging, bribing or threats of death would make them budge even an inch. The constant rain had left her body heavy and numb, clothes pulling her closerContinue reading “Short story”
Category Archives: Short stories
Anime-style script
This is an anime-style script I wrote for my Reading as a Writer assessment, which I then wrote a sonnet about (also being posted today). The scene was inspired by my Fallen Wing anime script, episode six, so it has the same character names and personalities. Anime-style Script [Screen is black for a few seconds.Continue reading “Anime-style script”
His Shadow
His Shadow Does he notice me? Does he even realise I am here? I’m always here, always waiting for him to see me. But he never sees me, and I can never see him. Why does he hide from the world? Why does he pretend to be content with life when I canContinue reading “His Shadow”
It’s Jake
It’s Jake An empty sleeve was all his mother saw. The boy held his breath as he lifted the loose floorboard, placing it on the bathroom floor. He strained his ears and heard the groans of a man and woman from his mother’s bedroom. He reached into the opening, using his thumb and forefinger toContinue reading “It’s Jake”
In All We Have Been
In All We Have Been Neither of them had any idea what to do, only what they should be doing. The unspoken agreement was not to mention it. Pretend it was less real. “I don’t have a spare room so you can take mine.” Vincent told the quiet child. The child was never quiet.Continue reading “In All We Have Been”
Mouth
Mouth The day had begun normally. He had woken up, done his usual morning rituals and had gone to work. As always work had been chaotic, filled with quick-fired orders while picky customers insisted he’d done something wrong. Their mouths would always be thin and their lips pressed tightly together. He hated that expression, mostlyContinue reading “Mouth”
Psychopomp
Psychopomp Kalkin had never imagined he’d be watching the chaos of a train wreckage two months after he’d died. It was one of those horrific incidents where it was wrong to casually watch yet he couldn’t take his eyes from. “What happened?” A gawker asked beside him, the man halfway through Kalkin just shrugged.Continue reading “Psychopomp”
Nest of Birds
Nest of Birds “I love you. No matter what they tell you, or where you end up, remember that.” Whose were the words Mum told me the day I was taken from her. For a decade I had been Leah Renning. For three years before my name was Elizabeth Sampson, or at least that’sContinue reading “Nest of Birds”
Motherless
Motherless Inspired by the painting Motherless by Arthur Stock, 1883 I often watch her sleeping. Megan can seem so peaceful, so oblivious to the pain she should know. At times I’m grateful my little girl doesn’t feel the loss. She won’t know the pain I feel everyday. At times I hate it. MyContinue reading “Motherless”
Key
Key It took me a month to finish the painting. The image came from a dream. A house, a family, peering out from a window while a girl looked in from outside. She held an uncut key in one hand and a nail file in the other. She was trying to shape the key, filingContinue reading “Key”
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