Jack stored the cloth in the bottom of his rucksack, feeling it lift the straps from his shoulders, cutting into his armpits in a bid for freedom. He was useless with a needle so decided he would cut it into strips and tie them around his waist, legs and arms when the time came. HeContinue reading “23:167”
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23:166
No one had touched the giant’s body, too scared to approach, too weary of angering the enemy further. It was left to rot and feed the wildlife, attracting carnivorous dangers away from people’s livestock. Jack travelled to where it had fallen a few miles from their village, but waited until dawn to approach, not wantingContinue reading “23:166”
23:165
Love needs to stop whispering, where it’s drowned out by anger and jealousy, resentment and suspicion, reality and deprecation.
23:164
Calculate the time for treats, for pleasure, for desire. Measure the moments to find the right one where the preparation pays off and all will be happy. They won’t come asking for more.
23:163
Simmering resentment, simmering rage, but if you let it burst out spill over and consume all what will be left when it dries out? What will keep you moving to get through this?
23:162
Crazy Mary handed the beans over in a jar, which Jack covered with a cloth, guarding his treasure from all eyes. He went home, packing the few things he felt would be useful and left without saying farewell to the woman who gave him life. She didn’t try to stop him. There were two thingsContinue reading “23:162”
23:161
Jack’s mother used to be feisty, boisterous, energetic. She used to take misfortune in her stride and carry on with a sarcastic laugh. But the years had worn her down and she was tired, a deep tired she couldn’t shake, her movements sluggish with grief and responsibility. Even small, beautiful moments couldn’t touch her anymore.Continue reading “23:161”
23:160
(Vent poem warning, no Jack today) Ask for permission, twice, and infect me with guilt for pointing out reality. The third time you don’t ask, it is done and you act shocked and hurt when I am angry when I am scared when I am resentful. Sometimes you have to be an adult and faceContinue reading “23:160”
23:159
The beans looked ordinary, a little bigger than usual but they didn’t sparkle or give off any special feeling. He tried to touch them but Crazy Mary pulled away, tutting at his eagerness. ‘Payment first.’
23:158
(I’m not happy with this backstory much so might change it later or add more detail). ‘I met one, a giant.’ Crazy Mary told him, expression distant, no gloating or malice. ‘A child one, but still almost as tall as a tree. He was hiding in the forest, scared but prepared for death. His familyContinue reading “23:158”
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