Very Short Stories, Week 24
I missed the weekend prompts for my posts this week so there a bit short. Hope you don’t mind!
#Fire licked across the stacked logs, surrounded by placed brick. It grew until it crackled and sparked and its flames reached for the starry night sky. She sat with her husband on folding lawn chairs. No words passed between them as the heat warmed them.
She wrapped the #sinew around the willow twigs that formed a circle. It required a soft touch and yet force was needed too. She continued until the web was formed, decorated with beads the colour of rainbows. As she kissed her son’s head that night, she hung the dream catcher
Night #consumes the day and she readies herself. Dressed in black, she lifts herself onto the window sill. Its tracks bite into her palms and she drops when it’s time. The two-storey fall is quick and she lands with a thud, rolling for cover. She draws in a deep breath.
Stars twinkle in distant #universes, lighting skies above alien life. Through telescopes, gazes meet but remain unaware. Life continues its circling dance. She dreams of unknown planets and longs to walk on foreign soil. Her imagination is a playground of planets.
His bare feet were numb on the cold, wet road. The ragged clothes on his body were no shelter from the howling wind. There was no frown on this boy’s face. He wore a stubborn scowl like a shield and pressed forward. It was #inevitable in his mind that he’d find shelter.
Very Short Stories, Week 18
I lost my dog, Jasper, last night. Cancer took him from us in the blink of an eye. We spoiled him as best we could in his last days.
I don’t have words right now, and I’m sorry my vss365s are a day late… I hope they are relatable reads despite the sadness in them.
He taught us about #renegades, Vivian whispered to Damian in the back of the army transport. I didn’t understand why since they were rebellious, traitorous, you know? But I get it now.
You do? He asked, his nose wrinkled in confusion.
They always died, she replied.
is a word
I wear like a cloak.
Shields my Dreams
and my heart
If I’m Stubborn
as they say
Push past the
in my way
is a word
I embrace like a
#Explosions of gunfire sounded in the distance, echoing off the buildings and nearby woods. Vivian paused for a moment, her eyes wide with worry, but she chased after her sister. They’ll be okay, she chanted in her mind. I have to believe that.
Her pain was a #symphony played on ripped muscles and broken bones. Her sopranos whimpered and her altos moaned, whilst the male parts sang lists of what to do. She didn’t care for any of it, unwelcome in her body.
She greeted the sedation like a long lost lover. Grateful.
Damian could only #imagine what Vivian was going through. Needles, scalpels, and a windowless room flooded his mind. His fists clenched, he dropped into a push-up. Raising time and again off bruised and bloody knuckles, a plan formed in his mind. I’ll find you, Vivian, he decided
My #favourite memory is walking into the pet store and seeing his face. His eyes , one blue and one brown, staring at me as his tail wagged a mile a minute. I knew in that moment he would be my best friend. The least I can do is be by his side in the end.
Happy memories still #linger though his struggling breaths draw her back to the present. She pets his soft fur, whispering love and sorries into his floppy ears. Pain stabs at her heart like a thousand needles. Tears run freely down her cheeks. But she’ll stand watch over him.
She wandered the majestic land
Captured by roaming hillsides
& downtrodden structures
The wood splintered, brittle
Under soft touch
Sun hid behind mountains
& the Moon danced higher in the sky
Under pale light & Star’s gaze
She lay on the grassy knoll
And told stories to herself.
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.
The Nymph With A Siren’s Song
Moonlight dances on stilled waters
gracefully covering mossy shores.
Trees watch in stoic silence,
Like Statues guarding Nature’s Secrets.
Footsteps break the calming night,
Approaching the clear lake in awe.
In ethereal beauty, she stands barefoot,
A nymph whose wings glitter brighter than stars.
Her emerald eyes shimmer with promise
A siren’s voice sounds in the distance.
Light as air, she moves upon the water,
Finding her place in the night’s music.
Patterns form on the surface around her,
Chaotic and Beautiful under the Moon’s gaze.
Wings flutter in softened shadows
Lifting the nymph higher just to free fall.
The space is filled by her glowing prescence
Though she vanishes amongst the trees
Like an unformed thought is swallowed by the mind.
Removed from sight, the fireflies fade away,
A closing curtain on something unseen
And yet I know it was more than a dream.