I lay myself down in that quiet meadow that exists only within my mind. I rest back, against the soft, pillowy grass and I allow myself to keep. To become at one with the scene, the beautiful sunset, the sublimely coloured horizon; it is so glorious, and I know it’s only for me. I bask [...]
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Fiction: The Arachnid Queen’s Deadly Songs – 27/10/19
The Arachnid Queen weaves a web of delicate songs and spells, but this caster is known for causing perils in great a-many tales. While she crawls and creates, she plots the doom, of those unfortunate souls, lurking, unawares, waiting for her in the privacy of a stifling room. How she struts in toward them, turning [...]
Story: A Race With Conniving Emu of the Bush – 26/10/19
“I can’t fly? Well, I’ll be damned!” the bushy emu said to me. With a squawk and a wink he ran past me with great ease, a bush sprinter as proud as can be. He then returned quickly as he could. “What do you say to a little race?” he suggested coercively, “The winner gets [...]
Story: The Hot Air Balloon – 16/09/19
See this giant hot air balloon? my darling asked of me. It’s all yours for the morning, he smiled. Me? What about us? I queried. He wanted me to enjoy myself wholly and without distraction. But darling, you are not by any means a distraction, why, you are my star attraction. He blushed deep crimson [...]
Story: Mrs Marmalade – 15th September 2019
Mrs Marmalade was known as such because she liked to have marmalade as the main ingredient for her lunch. Not only that, but it was the same for her tea, and breakfast might I add, of course, Mrs Marmalade would agree. She held a great love, a fondness for this condiment, jars and jars filled [...]
Story: The Fantastical Court Jester – 14/09/19
The fantastical court jester had a multitude of skills. Though he felt that life and himself were a cruel joke, he still amused those in the court as he was willed to. He threw up a rabbit from a hat, danced with his feet flung up and down this way and that, he grabbed the [...]
Story: A Morning in the Mind of Alice – 13/09/19
She wakes at two, or two thirty in the morning when she’s sometimes late to rise. She pads heavy-footed to the kitchen for a thirst-quenching drink, unfortunately in the refrigerator there are no hidden tasty surprises. Back to bed, where she’d inadvertently knock her head on the bed head, now there’s an aching inside her [...]
