The Faceless Few Our world has been ruled for generations by the faceless few. Men who believe that they are genetically superior and fundamentally more intelligent than the rest of us. They believe that they are the shepherds of humanity and that without their leadership all would be lost. What they don’t understand is that … Continue reading DAY 10 – The Faceless Few
Ruminations with a Seal The kestrel sat on the wire stalking its prey. Its grand feathers, speckled white and brown, shined upon its chest. It spread its grey wings majestically as it swooped downward into the long grass. It emerged again with a chestnut coloured field mouse dangling lifelessly from its talons – another successful … Continue reading DAY 9 – Ruminations with a Seal
Today I have written an experimental piece. The change in POV is supposed to depict the loss of control the main character in experiencing, over his own actions. I'm not certain it has worked - but it was worth a try for the sake of art! The Homunculus I called her name and silence was … Continue reading DAY 8 – The Homunculus
The Visitor Morris Emerson lay his head back down against the pillow. He hadn’t thought he would return to this place so soon after all that had happened. He had said his goodbyes and then walked away without even turning back. It had felt better that way. It wasn’t really closure, but he knew it … Continue reading DAY 7 – The Visitor
The White Walled Room It started out as small things really. The kinds of things that in everyday life you wouldn’t normally notice. A cup moved from its usual place; a different brand of coffee in the cupboard; her perfume bottle fuller than it had been the day before. The banality of Jen’s existence was … Continue reading DAY 6 – The White Walled Room
I Am Gone I am drowning in a sea of yesterdays. Maybe drowning isn’t the right word – that implies a quick, all-consuming, wave sweeping through me. This is more like a slow suffocation. I have been completely aware of each and every moment lost; fallen between the cracks in the darkest recesses of my … Continue reading DAY 5 – I Am Gone
Troyan and Sky He loved Sky for all kinds of different reasons; the way she would smile when someone said her name, the way the sun shone from her hair, as if it had fused with light itself and the way that she would look at him, full of love and understanding in her eyes. … Continue reading DAY 4 – Troyan and Sky
The third story in my '10 Stories in 10 Days' challenge. Check the previous two blog posts for more short stories! Desk Number Four The coffee was always strong and piping hot; she couldn’t complain. Her job was easy enough, put one form here, copy another, stamp it, staple it and send it over there. … Continue reading DAY 3 – Desk Number Four
Today I decided to write using the first-person point of view, in the present tense. I don’t usually write in the present tense and so it is an experiment in expanding my repertoire. Here is story number 2; I hope you like it: On Piccolo Row “We used to live on Piccolo Row; me and … Continue reading DAY 2 – On Piccolo Row
I woke up early this morning, eager to begin my ‘10 Stories in 10 Days’ challenge. The previous night I had set my note-pad and pen upon my bedside table ready for the morning’s free writing. I wrote for 30 minutes – after around half of that time, my forearm muscles began to ache – … Continue reading In Torbin’s Shadow
Writer's Block by Marijka Bright 