Ivy walls surround my Garden
hiding it in plain sight.
Roses bloom despite their thorns
And lilacs thrive at night.
Rain fills blue Waterfalls
Reflecting the light.
I sit upon this stone bench
And the Birds tell me to Write.
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Very Short Stories, Week 7
Hello! Another week of very short stories is up to read now! I think some of my favourites might just be in this collection, too.
New month means new individual in charge of the word prompts and they have been wonderful thus far. I’m looking forward to seeing the challenges to come and try and push myself further with my writing, too!
May 28th
The computer screens flashed on the moment she touched the mouse. Her lips turned upwards in a faint smile, and she clicked the folder where her manuscript hid. A white page covered in black swirls and lines greeted her eyes, and she knew she’d never #regret writing.
May 29th
The grass was soft against her hands, dampened by dew. Lips curled into a smile and the chill of the air sent goosebumps along her skin. Entranced by the #Orion, she fell away from the world and the freckled boy who saw the galaxy in her emerald gaze.
May 30th
The #patch stood out in the crowd since it covered a woman’s eye and hid a gruesome sight. But she had known it would.
On horseback, she moved through the men and kept her gaze straight ahead. Her face kept cold as stone, she shouted above them, “You follow my lead or you die.”
May 31st
Sleep shed itself from her mind and left a #reverie in its wake. Images danced beneath her eyelids, enticing her to remain coddled in bed. Invincible in a land of her making, she found happiness in ignorance and kept the curtain drawn. Forsake the day for night has come.
June 1st
Stones were piled to the sides around the dig and wheelbarrows brought more in a hurry. The sound of metal biting into dirt filled the day while shouts gave further instructions.
This world beneath our feet is #ancient, he spoke to his daughter. And it needs our love.
June 2nd
Sweat ran down her face in drips and her heart beat in excruciating bursts. I can do this, she thought, determined to beat the #crucible before her. The gates opened, unleashing her into the labyrinth, and she surged forward. Knife in her grasp, she listened for threats.
June 3rd
The #willow tree stood tall in the meadow and wildflowers bowed to it in the breeze. Its branches swayed to nature’s tune whilst birds fluttered underneath its canopy. Tickled by the sun, the rustling of leaves became its laughter, and joy shimmered through the grasses.
Tangy Lemonade
Warmth tingled through her skin,
Kissing porcelain with fiery lips.
The risk of burning was worth it.
Lemonade forced a pucker within sips.
Wind swirled, teasing the trees,
And Branches danced with the rays of light.
The spread towel soft against bare back,
She wished to keep at bay the night.
Stilled as stone, she lay exposed.
No clouds fluttered across the skies.
Birds sang a reckless tune,
And she let go the softest of sighs.
Kember's Journey 