“Remember when we said we’d first come here?” Sanra shouted in her mother’s ear over the roar of the waterfall in front of them. One of the original homes of the Coven, hidden behind the towering water that plummeted from the cliffside above. It was no wonder the locals called this place Witches Haunt. Sanra … More Remember (but I can’t)
Dead Dead. Not alive. Not here. Not anywhere that I can perceive. Just. Not here. What does that mean for life, when death is so swift and random. How can there be order in the chaos of the world when there is nothing other than chaos. I suppose some people turn to faith. Others turn … More Not anywhere
Tamsin hoped the bathroom door muffled her tears. That was the curse of being soft, of being emotional, her parents said. The curse of crying when things hurt. Tamsin didn’t agree. Being soft was not a weakness. Feeling her feelings to bottom of the depths of her soul was not a weakness. She hiccupped, grabbing … More Muffled (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)
Sometimes I think I can hear you in whispers. In the wind through the trees or the rustle of grass. In the crumple of paper or the bell on a bike. In that moment I forget you’re not here. In that moment I think hey you’re home and I look up and see- Nothing. And … More Whisper (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)
The sea is gentle today, a calm surf gently lapping the shore of the stony beach under your feet. You can feel the air hint at the warmth of the air that will come with the rising sun. You are the only person on this stony beach, whilst the sun has risen but the people … More Gentle (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)
The feeling was not of anger or of hatred. It was the bone sinking, gut wrenching quiet whisper of doubt. It was the thoughts Felicity didn’t even know where there until Gerrard had pointed them out. Her snappiness. Her temper. She was scared, scared for them all, but she’d never admit it. She’d never admit … More Fear (100 Words)
Suzza sat on her bed, surrounded by the ripped pieces of her letters. Each one had contained the years of heartache and love that she had poured into her relationship with Netr. Before she had joined the Tombhunters, before when he had promised that she was his only and that she had his heart. And … More Flash Fiction – Burning Red (A Teacup Story)
Geyle watched the world spin below her. She tapped her foot gently on the window that separated her from the vacuum of space. The sound echoed inside the table, a gentle tap tap tap to match the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat. Most hated the training area, being exposed on four sides to the vast … More Flash Fiction – Vacuum (Stories on a Theme – “Space”)
Sometimes it’s not even the memory that catches you, but the lack of one. The moment you sit, in a moment, and breathe it in. And you realise how different now is to then, and what now means to you. It’s a mirror, that moment that you see sometimes. A mirror that looks at your … More Flash Fiction – Sometimes (A Teacup Story)
In the last moments of his existence, Trenlti felt himself in awe of the vast expanse of space open up before him. He tried to reach for the rope, inches out of his grasp. But he couldn’t reach it, and so he just floated away, tumbling in a vacuum with nowhere anchoring him to reality. … More Flash Fiction – Floating (Stories on a Theme “Control”)
Alex.J.Cobalt 