App A to Z Challenge 2019 Amanda pulled her phone from her back pocket. It was one of those bearing a slightly eaten fruit starting with an A on the back. A rush of excitement sped up her spine. Finally, Amanda had some time to feed her craving. Her addiction! The app was running and … Continue reading App – A – A to Z Challenge 2019
She stuffed another hand of raspberries into her tiny mouth. Mmm, what a taste! "Louise?" mother's voice called from a nearby bush. The girl looked up smiling, her porcelain face covered by pink sticky bliss. "Let me see your basket!" On her way to her mother, she plucked another fruit from the bush and added … Continue reading Innocent Harvest
Day 23 | Advent Calendar A Magic Place Last night, I was woken by the whispering sound of various voices. Curiosity paired with the need to go to the bathroom pushed me out of bed. As I tiptoed into the living room I could not trust my eyes and definitely not my ears. What I … Continue reading A Magic Place | Day 23 | Advent Calendar 2016
Y is for You "Where do you come from?" He asked gazing at her. "I come from wherever you would like me to come from, as for I have no origin nor precise destination!" she replied. "You, you, you know?" he stuttered, turing a bit red in the face, "you confuse me!" "Do I?" "Yes, … Continue reading Y is for You #AtoZChallenge
O is for Orange Her hair was orange - a short story Her hair was orange. He could remember her carrot, or was it security vest orange, hair like as if it was yesterday that he saw her. In reality, it had been a few years since he first and last saw her on that … Continue reading O is for Orange #AtoZChallenge
"Where are you?" little Mike called out, no longer motivated to play hide and seek, reluctantly he climbed up the ladder to the attic. His older sister would surely not be hiding up there in the haunted place? "Where are you?" little Mike called out again. "I give up you know, I no longer want to … Continue reading In The Attic
Of Finding Oneself Anja closed her eyes. There was just too much going on. Her manager had been stern with her minutes earlier as she had not finished her presentation on time, could he not understand? There was too much going on today. Anja could hear every siren, every striking break and every honking horn … Continue reading Of Finding Oneself
The key settled at the bottom of the Seine. Amongst so many others, that were already rusting away. At the same time the young lovers on the bridge were locked in a deep kiss. Each one still holding an open hand over the railing. They had decided to lock in their love and throw away the … Continue reading Locked love in Paris
His beloved mechanical watch, had lost it's hands, it was dead, no longer ticking.
Her charcoal hair is cropped short, a pixie cut, I think it's called. Her skin is pale as snow, and her lips are red as blood. Her appearance makes me think of the description of snow white.