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Aesyra
“The screams were coming from the direction of the Johnson house. The whole village was accustomed to various noises emerging from that particular dwelling but they were usually laced with frustration and anger. On that day, the only way to describe the noise was joyous. A group of people had gathered outside the house, unashamedly curious to know what was happening.Bob Johnson suddenly burst through the front door and ran erratically into the street. He grabbed Mary Clark who was standing amongst the gawkers and hugged her, his withered hands clutching her back as his body shook with sobs. In...
The Brave Face
This is a short story about one of the key characters in a book I’m currently writing. Hope you enjoy!“That's the thing about this city" his mam said conversationally as she put down the basket of vegetables on the small wicker table. “It chews people up and they enjoy it, somehow.”Lucius didn’t know what to say to that, so he flashed his usual crooked smile that had gottwww.onedoor.ccen him out of trouble so much in the past. His mam rolled her eyes, but didn’t comment. As she was unpacking the meagre ingredients they had procured, she whistled a tune he didn’t recognise, doing her best to keep a brave fac...
Traded Daffodils for a Kingdom of Ash and Bone
The flowers aren’t as beautiful as everyone says they are. Sure, they’re beautiful, but after staring at them for so long I can’t think of them that way anymore. They’re just boring, and they’re all I ever see. My mother says I must stay in the garden, I’m safe here. I shouldn’t complain, it’s not a prison or anything. There is plenty of space and kind creatures that roam around. I’ve made friends with the dryads and nymphs, so I’m not lonely, I’m just bored. All I ever do is garden, and while this place is magnificent, once you’ve seen it all a million times, the sunny days start to feel m...
Georgia Asters
"Look over there!" The young blonde mother, Poppy, pointed to the correct cluster of purple flowers, in the open green field, to guide her four-year-old daughter."Flowers! Pretty flowers!" Grabbing her mother's hand, she ran to the purple-hued clusters as fast as her small legs would allow her to. With one tiny, chubby fist, she yanked one of the flowers up until the roots came out. "Uh-oh. Mommy, I broke it. I broke it." She held the flower up to her mother and turned her teary sky blue eyes to her mother's baby blue ones. Laughing, she ruffled the child's long, blonde, soft, curly hair."Don'...