Tag Archives: muse

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”

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”

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”

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”

(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”