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)
It’s okay if your goal is not based on years, but in decades. It’s okay if your goal is delayed by other goals you want to achieve first. Life isn’t a race, your work is not a race. It’s a journey, and like all journeys, it will take the time you need it to take.
The bruise makes a curious dark pattern across my skin. In any other situation, this mingling of purple and black would be almost beautiful, after all the colours flow in and out of one another like the gas clouds in a nebula. But on skin? No on skin it is not beautiful because it hurts. … More Bruise (From the Archives)
There are many what ifs. Many maybes. A few near misses, a few but what about- All of them are meaningless. They’re not real. They’re conjecture, a thought that has no more meaning than the dreams you draw up in your sleep. They don’t hold you. They don’t own you. They’re not you.
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)
“You got it?” Fethna asked as Nattali got into the car. “Ye of little faith,” Nattali said, pulling out the folder from under her jacket. It hadn’t been a particularly hard lift, just distract the guards and the receptionist was practically gagging to get someone as important as the Lieutenant of the Fifth Quarter at … More The Document (A Teacup Story)
Outside, the rain lashed down onto the windowpane. It’s almost calming, watching the calamity of the storm outside. It’s out there, and you’re in here. In that moment, you can almost imagine the swirling vortex of thoughts in your mind are out there instead. Just for that moment, your mind is calm. You can hear … More Rain (100 Words)
“So,” Iuen asked, “what do you think?” Ealia looked over at Iuen. Part of her wondered absently if he would ever get the grass stains out of his grey officers robes. Maybe he’d get ribbed for it back at the officer’s mess, interrogated to find out who his mysterious lover was. “Think of what?” she … More New Love (A Teacup Story)
“Egnara,” Helet whispered at the bracelet in front of him. It glowed slightly, a warm yellow colour, before shifting to a pulsating blue. The magic was in. Now it was time to add the command. “Tegkna ael miciamp,” he said, gently laying his right hand over the bracelet, whilst the other gripped his staff tightly. … More Enchant – (From the Archives)
What is wisdom? I mean, it’s not an age thing. Wisdom can be youthful. It’s not a knowledge thing, not always. Wisdom can be granted even without full knowledge of the facts. I suppose it’s a pause before a response. A deep breath. A truth, kindly put. Designed to help someone forward. To break through … More Wisdom (A 100 Words Story)