The bombardment of smells and noise in the markets was intense. Spices pricked at my scent, fresh herbed breads enticed my stomach, and overripe fruit and meats clung, like an unpleasant shadow. The throngs of people in all their variety and diversity, pressed in from all sides, creating a feeling of belonging to something greater,… Continue reading WPR 15 – Cursed Apricots
The bright sun shone through the purple canopy high above the heads of the walkers in the ancient forest. Both young and in their twenties, the man and woman strolled across the violet grass and yellow dirt. He was tall with his mechanical legs glinting in the sunshine, she was willowy and graceful. The ground… Continue reading WPR 14 – Dreams of Walking
Dear Readers, I apologise for not posting in the past few weeks. I should have written in preparation for the foreseen busy period, but I failed you. I will be married this week, and will be free to post once again after that. All the best, Thea.
A hollowness sat inside me. I felt lost and numb. I could not conceive the situation I was in. Alone in a suit, gazing down at the beautiful, peaceful face of my wife who was laying in the silk cushioned casket. My throat felt like it was closing up. I could barely breathe. A small… Continue reading Writing Prompt Response 13
In the corner of her eye, she saw a crawling shadow. Crawling Shadow – Promptuarium She stood in the center of the crossroads. The moon shone over head with its silver light illuminating the deserted city streets. Her heart was beating in her chest, slow and calculating. Her eyes gazed around the intersection, calm… Continue reading Writing Prompt Response 12
Then, came four days of grey. Four Days – Promptuarium The Teachings say the World was not Created but Found. The Craftors scoured the stars until This, Our Most Golden Star, amongst all the silver and copper, was found, with This, Our Most Fertile World, located Most Ideally in the Golden Zone. The Craftors moved the… Continue reading Writing Prompt Response 11
You find an old diary you wrote when you were 13. Most of it is the usual teenage stuff, but then you discover something completely unexpected. Old Diary – Promptuarium My nose tickled with the dust from the old boxes my mum had asked me to look through and sort for myself. They contained mostly… Continue reading Writing Prompt Response 10