Friends at Play

The following short story is from a universe of my own creation, which I am building bit by bit. As such, it is close to my heart. I hope you enjoy it! Expect more from this universe every other Wednesday (opposite to diary entry Wednesdays).

“It’s the king, stupid. See the jewels in his turban?” Karim said, prodding the piece of paper clutched in his new friend’s hands with the wooden stick he had been using as a pretend sword. “And that’s you lot.” He shifted the wooden stick slightly to indicate the swarms of people sat around the central figure.

Sayem frowned down at the drawing, which made ‘his lot’ look quite dirty and ugly. “We don’t look like that.” Continue reading

‘Prayer’

I still remember when you held me in your arms, both of us illuminated by a full, bright moon determined to show us the best possible versions of ourselves. I was at once the most powerful and the most vulnerable creature in this world. Sometimes I still visit the tiny island where I felt your lips on my neck for the first time, and I can feel them still, a faint ghostly tingling as I turn my face towards the night sky, hoping, praying, that my home did not claim your life as my family insists. That I will see you, an unexpected surprise on the sand, mooring a boat with your head tossed back in careless laughter. But I have not seen you for almost twelve full cycles of that moon, now, and whenever I hear the waves crash against the rocks on particularly stormy nights, hope slips a little further out of reach from my heart. Continue reading

Writing Prompt Exercise: Fortune Cookie

“Write yesterday’s fortune cookie. It got everything wrong.”

Er, might have missed the point of the above but it inspired the below short piece – enjoy!

Fortune cookies are funny things, aren’t they? They’re either ridiculously cryptic or they’re so simple they’re scoff-worthy.

Last night, I had the girls over for take away and mine said: “You will marry your lover”.

I, of course, had outwardly scoffed and inwardly glowed – that’s the other thing. If they’re what you want to hear, then you still get a warm fuzzy feeling. Continue reading

‘What Makes You Happy?’ – Part 1

Listening to raindrops, accompanied by the shrieking wind, pounding against the window whilst I sit wrapped in the warmth of a huge blanket.

Immersing myself again and again into my favourite fictional worlds, each visit affording new discoveries.

The smell of my parents’ home as I step over the threshold, the perfect blend of spices, incense and comfort that I have never not known.

The phenomenal taste of my mother’s dal dhokli, best described as an Indian pasta dish, exploding against my tongue in all its tangy, sweet glory

Singing karaoke at the top of my lungs alongside my closest friends. Continue reading

Writing Prompt Exercise: ‘She’d only given in because she was lonely…’

Returning to the good ol’ writing prompt exercises to get the creative juices flowing! I got this one from WritingExercises.co.uk.

She’d only given in because she was lonely. Even though her elderly aunt could be arduous company at the best of times, anything had to be better than sitting in her tiny flat on her own, another Saturday night in a row.

“Lizzie, start with that box there,” Aunt Viv instructed, pointing at one of the smaller cardboard boxes amongst the many strewn in front of them.

Lizzie obediently flopped down on the floor, legs crossed, and dragged the box towards her. It was covered in dust, like the others, and she sneezed as she slid one scissor leg down the middle of the strip of tape so carefully applied many years ago. Continue reading

Seasons: Autumn – good side

For me, the myriad of classic colours that marks the transition from summer to winter is a beauty seldom rivalled. The crunch of curling leaves underfoot and the faint fragrance of a far-off bonfire whilst walking under a canopy of branches decked in auburn, scarlet, and burnt orange is autumn at its best. Add the charm of soft golden light, dappled by uncertain clouds, for a scene worthy of capturing on canvas.

Wrote this one in quite sleepy state. Just Spring left now then will have to turn my hand to the ‘bad’ side of the seasons at some point…I am gonna find this hard!

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Ro x

Seasons: Summer – good side

There are few things as soothing to the soul as sitting on green grass in warm sunshine, not a care in the world, lazily watching cotton-wool clouds drift idly across an azure sky. If this scene is accompanied by a faint breeze infused with fragrant honeysuckle, the gentle lapping of a conveniently situated stream and a plentiful supply of cooling refreshments, then one is most likely close to experiencing the perfect summer’s day.

I’m reading an Austen novel at the moment. Who else finds whatever they’re reading influences how they’re writing?

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Ro x

Seasons: Winter – good side

When the screaming wind is finally replaced by the sweet embrace of silence, when the snow comes to settle and the land is cloaked in a pristine whiteness rivalling the best artist’s canvas, that is the time of winter I like best. The air is achingly cold but still, and every breath is filled with the fresh scent of pines and a promise that all storms eventually come to pass, leaving behind a chance to start anew.

Asked my brother for an idea and he said ‘the crispness of a winter morning’ so I did the above. Will try to do shorts for the other seasons too 🙂

Thanks for stopping by.

Ro x