Nelly sipped on her wine, curled upon the sofa as her speakers gently played out tunes across the room. It was quiet, and it was perfect. It was just how she liked to spend an evening after dinner, just experiencing the flow of time over her mind as thoughts came and went. The scented candle … More Music and Wine (From the Archives)
Even the stars die. It is just the way things are. But it doesn’t mean that things cannot be forever, because when stars die their energy goes out into the universe, spreading far and wide across the vacuum. The star does not disappear. There is something of it that remains behind, the energy that is … More And so the stars, they die (From the Archives)
Not being loved, but the adjective. The ability to be loved. The ability to look at yourself in the mirror and see a person who not only can be loved, but deserves love. Someone who deserves to be cared about, someone who deserves to be thought about. Someone who deserves someone who cares about them. … More Loveable (From the Archives)
Loudness deafens even the most difficult of emotions. You drown it. You hold it down underneath the waves of noise and you hold it whilst it struggles for air. Whilst it fights to be heard. You turn the music up louder. You hold it down harder. Then the emotion dies, it gives up. You turn … More Volume (From the Archives)
Loudness deafens even the most difficult of emotions. You drown it. You hold it down underneath the waves of noise and you hold it whilst it struggles for air. Whilst it fights to be heard. You turn the music up louder. You hold it down harder. Then the emotion dies, it gives up. You turn … More Volume – (From the Archives)
Cities are different to other places. They are a creature unto themselves. … More Flash Fiction – Cities (From the Archives)
Casey wrote about how hard journeys were, and how determined she was to climb her mountains. … More Flash Fiction – This Occasion (From the Archives)
Casey considered what the difference was between isolation and loneliness. … More Flash Fiction – Isolation (From the Archives)
[Stories on a Theme – a weekly theme that I use as a spring board for short stories over the weekend. Catch up with the posts on my IG] Elise lent her head against the glass window. The steady pitter patter of the raindrops on the glass lulled her anxiety to calm, just for a … More Pitter Patter– “Stories on a Theme” (Rainfall)
[Stories on a Theme – a weekly theme that I use as a spring board for short stories over the weekend. Catch up with the posts on my IG] It’s slightly humbling to watch a storm. You might be inside, behind safe windows and strong walls, but the sound still echoes through the house. The … More Nature’s Power – “Stories on a Theme” (Rainfall)
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