Dressing an Illusionist

"It's all about how things look, little one," The Conjurer told her. He snapped his long, thin fingers and stopped a pocket of time- a snapshot of Carmilla looking up at him, bemused.  He moved the present Carmilla away to a wardrobe she hadn't noticed before. The doors opened and inside hung several differently coloured... Continue Reading →

Restless

I have a concrete body And a restless soul, A rib-caged heart And lungs of coal.   The tide changes In my bloodstream. Ruffled heart feathers Screaming run, change, move. . Via Daily Prompt: Tide

Black Noise

I don't hear things like you do. I hear them in colours. It doesn't quite translate the way you think. White noise tends to be a little pink. Finding white noise that is purely white is as difficult as finding untouched snow in a playground. There's too much going on these days- too many radio frequencies, too... Continue Reading →

Dead Man’s Grasp

The key is kept in the dead man's grasp. That was it. That was all I had. A clue whispered to me through breaks in a fever dream. I held on to it tightly. I repeated it to myself over and over so it would not slip away. I had been aware of someone in my room- a dark... Continue Reading →

The Faerie Pools

He came across the Faerie Pools at dusk. The water shimmered and sparkled underneath a fading sun. He sat down on one of the rocks nearby to take a picture and drink a can of beer he'd brought out with him for moments just like this. The water was so clear, unpolluted. Here, away from... Continue Reading →

Roots

On their first date they each planted a tree. Two, tiny saplings that they weren't sure would survive. She went off to University and he got a job in the City, but the tress grew all the same. Years passed them by. His job took him to another City and she went travelling for a... Continue Reading →

Birdwatcher

Her first word was "bird." Then came "beak" and "wings" and, most impressively, "feathers". As she grew she became an avid birdwatcher. She didn't know them by their Latin names or type, but by personality and movement. She learned which ones she would see at night and which ones came during the day. There were many she... Continue Reading →

The Forest at the End of the World

We stood at the entrance to the Forest at the End of the World. The trees were impossibly tall and thick, but there was a clear path trodden through it. Exotic plants covered the forest floor in an array of colours unlike anything I had ever seen. It smelt different to other forests too and nothing like... Continue Reading →

An Experiment

The room is set up like always, just the Professor and I and a few empty chairs. He attaches electrodes to my head and we begin. When we are done for the day The Professor shows me the readings that the various machines had been taking- graphs and charts that I pretend to understand. I’m... Continue Reading →

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