Untruths

through the tree canopy

I don’t have the words to tell you how I’m feeling; please don’t ask for I will be forced to try and explain, to compromise and approximate, confusing what is with what might be, as if I was writing fiction…exchanging truth for something else entirely.

Filler

autumn in black and white

In a hollow voice he talks but says nothing, filling the space so you won’t get the chance to ask him how’s he doing, what he’s feeling and if things have gotten any better since he last spoke of the weather, the news and the football scores.

A Past Mistake, A Future Forsaken

coloured lights

Three weeks had passed since I cast that accursed spell.  Why did I not heed the warnings?

Because you think you know best, Talimar, the Great Sorcerer!  Pah!

All I wanted was secret knowledge but apparently I didn’t know how to use the knowledge I already possessed.

Like the warnings…


This was written for Day 15 of “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.

Happy ever after…?

apple bobbing

She was trapped with nowhere else to go.

Defeated, she took the rosy apple from the outstretched hand, and bit into the poisoned flesh.  Then threw it, hard, at the witch’s face.

If she was going to die, she might as well break the old hag’s nose in the process.


This was written for Day 5 of “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.

At the Amphitheatre

pompeii amphitheatre photo credit wikipedia

(photo credit: wikipedia)

Dressed in their finest, sitting in the best seats so all can see their wealth whilst the poorer citizens are packed into the stands.

A deafening cheer erupts before a blanket hush falls.

This is what they have come for.

Not to watch a Greek comedy but a Roman tragedy…


(Side note: I have used poetic license in the above.  Plays were not shown in Roman amphitheatres which were circular, but in theatres which were semi-circular and thus more stage-like.)

This was written for Day 2 of “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.

A Glimpse Through Time

paleolithic flash fiction

She placed her hand over the hand print painted on the cave wall, and though millennia separated them, her perspective shifted and she saw through the eyes of another, looking out on a world she could only imagine.