Opening my eyes, I was in a world less familiar yet more beautiful and soothing than anything I had ever experienced…to breathe felt like living a new life!
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The devil got me
I woke up feeling nauseous. As soon as the bile began to climb, I laid back down, breathing in through the nose, breathing out through the mouth. When it didn’t settle, I turned on the side and threw up the yellow, awful tasting liquid.
I sat up, head throbbing. Raising my hands in an attempt to hold it together, I noticed the blood. Recoiling with horror, pain lanced through my entire being.
You did it then, echoed a voice that at once sounded and didn’t sound like me.
Sir Nicklaus
The Emperor had summoned his knights…and they had answered his summons. They knew that it was a matter of great importance. They waited patiently as their Emperor began to address them…
Eleanor
We had all known a day like this was inevitable. We had known of it since we had been in school. You see one never knew with Eleanor. Appearances could be deceiving – one moment she was very calm, the next…not so.
Finish the story collaboration – an introduction
When you are freshly off the Alexa high, you want to take a well-deserved break from writing and blogging. And then when someone sends you an email to onboard you for a fiction collaboration, what do you say but yes?
The concept is quite simple: each of the collaborators have written a story prompt and each of us have to write a tale of fiction (my favourite kind) and viola – you have yourself content for the blog!
My take on the prompts:
Turning whole again
Twilight is nigh
And I must go
To the place that’s mine
So I may be whole.
All the parts of me
That are scattered hither and thither
Must come back again
For a summons has come.
How to be the perfect older sibling: a guide
My sister will turn 24 soon. And that means she is going through all the things that I went through when I was that age. It also means that I can offer her unique insight into how not to freak out and how to milk this so that she learns her lesson without inconveniencing herself too much.
The problem is – she doesn’t listen or want to listen to my advice.
Being Free
She screamed
She wept
Till her throat was raw and eyes numb
But it wasn’t enough.
She tried again
She cried again
To find a way to express
The anguish and rage.
The boy who wished on trains
Hello, yes you, you over there, yes I mean you, are you listening? Are you ready? Come closer, a little more, no that’s it. Are you here or is your mind wandering away? Take a minute, take a breath, this is important so I need you to focus. Snap my finger, hello? Yes good.
No you do not need a pen or paper. This is not that kind of a story. You only have to listen to every word I say. And listen well because I will not repeat it. Once it’s told, it’s done. Then the tale is yours for you to do as you please.
Shall we begin?
Things they don’t tell you about writing
You would hope, think, assume that the hardest part of being a writer would be writing. In case you missed the heavy dose of sarcasm in that line, let me tell you, writing is the easiest part of being a writer!
