My literary zoo of magic!
The prompt was 'Write a story in diary form' how does one do that and make it interesting? a diary has no dialogue or live action. It's a tell and no show -- Shock horror to those hardcore rule followers, it can be done and it can work. Not saying my story below is good,... Continue Reading →
Within the residue was the perfect silhouette of a man.
There was no picture, nor a sound
“Edward – something happened!” screamed Melody, my sister, running into the dining room.
There’s a world within this book
'Presenting my 750-word challenge story for the above picture by artist Miss Aniela (real name Natalie), a British Fine Arts Photographer.' It's a pleasure to reshare this for Fandango's Flashback Friday. A Storms Waltz Natalya screamed, cowering inside her walk-in wardrobe. Never had the weather been this violent. "Oh, why of all days did you... Continue Reading →
“Well, there’s no cars up here. Whaa—” Larry flinched away from leathery fluttering wings. Natalie chuckled, “There are bats though.”
A discovery in the woodland revealed that she was feeling the presence of forgotten souls.
"The blood belongs to the victim in there.”
“I expect, you to die.”
It was there, in that valley, that the people had been reborn, along with their world. The desert lands didn’t last long, and soon a New Ice Age had begun. Those who clung to their precarious lives in the green valley learned the error of their ways. In their desperate attempt at survival, they became aware again, as their ancestors once had before them, how to cultivate the land; how to care for the plants and animals around them, so they all could thrive…
“Welcome, one and all, to the thirty-third regional Thunderfall competition! We have before us today the best of the best – our reigning champs from 42 local competitions, and they’re ready to face off! Whoever wins tonight is headed to Nationals!”
We can look to history
and say//we’ll never repeat the mistakes of those days//But we commit our sins
in similar ways…
…the warmth of the moment is a salve to your wound, and you feel as if you could lift the moon.
Yeah, I know. I’m being naive again. I am who I am.
Masons Menagerie 