“Another Sangria?” Elliot sighed into the cradle of her arms, stirring from her doze to shift lazily from her stomach to her side. Laura was just settling onto the lawn chair beside her, built like a teapot and with a temperament to match, holding the offered drink at arm’s length as though it might bite… Continue reading Transition
Author: FromTheLikes
Bitten
The children dance, as children do, unaware of the predators quietly lurking in their midst. Even as the doors swing closed and the first blood begins to be spilled, the dancing continues of a different sort; panicked cries and feet frozen in fear, arms flailing as bodies amass at what should have been an exit.… Continue reading Bitten
Die Nacht
Darkness did nothing to save them from the night the demons came. They barrelled through the windows and the doors, shattering glass and wood and bones for a reason unknown to the dwellers of the small cottage. An ache had settled in the girls bones as she watched her father sister mother break and bend… Continue reading Die Nacht
Encountered Innocence
You sit with your nose pointed towards the cool glass of the train window; waiting, as I wait, for our journey to begin. I've watched you like this every day, and every day a new expression will cross your features as though you were more complex than the mere child you are. Across the way,… Continue reading Encountered Innocence
Asphodel PinBoards
For those of you who enjoyed the tale of two lovers in Asphodel, I've been busy creating pinboards to celebrate the two lovely characters. Meet Makaria and Melinoe.
Her Hair
Her hair was not red For red was too angry Not like this girl Calm and cheerful Her hair was the colour Of crisp autumn leaves Spiralling delicately As they float on the breeze Her hair was like lighting A small open fire A flickering flame of contentment Coloured of fierce protection Her hair was… Continue reading Her Hair
Asphodel
“Before I was a woman I was a tree, with branches that reached into eternities of endless trials and riches beyond mortal conception…” Immortality is not a constant thrill, as many would have you believe. It is only constant in its stagnation, no manner of human trifles could ever make it less so. The goddess… Continue reading Asphodel
A Life of Conflict (Draft)
Let the cool metal shift restlessly at your side With sweating palms and shaky strides The enemy takes no care for fear though As it would disadvantage them So let yourself be the only one to know You’re alone now, out on the battlefield Left to wonder if it was all real As the… Continue reading A Life of Conflict (Draft)
The Pillow Fort
A little girl dreams of being a star. A little boy dreams of her brightness. They share their secrets under the blankets and amongst the pillows. A young girl dreams of being okay. A young boy dreams of the same. The blankets are their sanctuary, the pillows keep their secrets. Adolescence is kind… Continue reading The Pillow Fort