Tag: creative writing

Spinning

A spider drops down from the rafters above my bunk. It is tiny and brown and spinning a web. I am so big to it, so massive that it does not notice I exist until I move. It freezes mid-air.

Does it know what I am?

Does it know it’s on a ship? Does it matter?

It is a small spider spinning from a thread on a big boat, but the boat is only big to the spider. The boat is cramped to me and tiny to the ocean. The ocean is small to the world and the world itself is not all that big. It is a tiny thing, spinning through space and time.

I am travelling from England to New York and I will spin myself a new life there. The spider will do the same, but it will never know.

via Daily Prompt: Massive

A Glass Heart

He shattered her heart. Shards of it crunched under his boots as he left. She tried to pick it up, piece it back together, but every time she touched it she bled.

There was glass in her skin and splinters of anger in her pain. The floor trembled and pieces of her heart rose with her rage. She sent them to find him, like a plague of angry locusts, a swarm of broken dreams come to claw at his skin.

He bled a little. She bled far more.

And still he did not love her.

via Daily Prompt: Swarm

Vivid Love

The shadows that stalked me stained my world grey. They shrouded me like a cloud of smoke, draining me of my colours and hiding me from sight. I was cold and quiet and lonely.

Then I met you.

Our hearts met and I filled with light that chased the shadows away. Our eyes met and there was warm brown, rings of green. You sat with me in calming blue. You spoke in my favourite purple. You laughed in bright yellow. Your touch sparked vibrant reds, blushing pinks and fiery orange across my skin.

You kissed me and there was gold.

via Daily Prompt: Vivid