. Cold and wetTired and exhausted,She layHanging on forDear lifeIn the ruinsOf their battlefieldBed…Her once King,Her once kingdomTorn, destroyedAnd now longGone.The violent silenceMaking her feelThat her very fleshIs getting rippedLike a peel…Slowly agonizing,She looks DeathIn the eyes,Begging for yetAnother breathRefusing to sayGoodbye… . . In response to Fandango’s Fandango’s Story Starter.
. The little boy’s head was resting peacefully on his lap, when Walter closed the book and put it away. Nap time was their special grand-pa to grand-son moment every day, since Walt had moved in the apartment just upstairs from his dear daughter Lilly. She hadn’t agreed at first, perhaps feeling that having her…… Continue reading Thomas… – FFFC
. Staring at the picture, her heart skipped a beat. She vividly remembered the first time she had laid eyes on it. It wasn’t a very long time ago, but now it felt like an eternity. From the start, he had been so very mysterious, and in a way, it was one of the reasons…… Continue reading Skip… – FFFC
. He couldn’t help the eye rolling when he heard the shower water running. She had been in the bathroom for a good hour, and when she turned the tap off, he could imagine Iza sitting in front of her mirror, putting on her wrapped in a towel head. She would soon come out, wearing…… Continue reading Not quite human… – FFFC
. They couldn’t have wished for a better day… The sun was warm, and the adults were resting in the the shadow of a tall oak tree. Who would have thought, right? It had been Tricia’s idea, to finally meet in this park they all knew so very well. Just weeks before, they were perfect…… Continue reading Me too! – FFFC
. Practice does make perfect… He thought to himself. Sitting on his stool, he knew it was time to take a break. Of course, he still saw imperfections here and there. Some of his brush strokes were a little clumsy, but he had spent so much time in front of the canvas that trying to correct…… Continue reading The one that got away… – FFFC
. . Don’t you wantTo brushA curious fingerAcross my soft petals?Let your noseBe guided ByMy vibrant fragrance?Aren’t you,Tempted, to stepOne step closerTo my carnivorous heart?While, withA thousand Tender tendrils,I strap myselfOnto you? I’ll onlyWarn you once…Don’t you dareCome any closer! Meek attempt at Fandango new Story Starter Challenge.
. It was that time of the evening, when the rocking chair started to make the wooden floor squeak. Soon, Clarisse would help her grand mother into bed, and head downstairs, to her own apartment. She enjoyed these quiet moments spent with her Nonna. Many didn’t understand her dedication to the old lady, but it…… Continue reading While in Paris… – FFFC
Moooooooooom! I want to go see them! She didn’t feel like it. As much as she loved her offspring, she sometimes wished she could let him go by himself, and enjoy time by herself. She felt selfish thinking just that. The little one would grow up and get independant quicker than she’d want it. Mooooooooooooooooooooooooom!!…… Continue reading At the aquarium… – FFFC
Some people considered coffee making a morning routine. Others made an art out of it. She had elevated brewing a good cup to a precise ceremony. Just before morning dew pearled up on the lushious grass around the house, she filled the old kettle and left it to slowly warm up on the stove. She’d…… Continue reading The perfect cup… – FFFC
Cyranny's Cove 