Sinful Sunday flashfiction: Honorable mention!
For a few weeks, I’ve been entering in the Sinful Sunday flashfiction contest. This week, I got an Honorable Mention! I’m so thrilled! Picture prompt is above, word prompt was ‘Parnel.’
March112013
January222013
Pic from @rote_kirsche
They say that flowing water washes away all past hurts and regrets.
Amanda wasn’t sure who ‘they’ were, but she liked the philosophy behind the words nonetheless.
Hurts and regrets… She wondered if they would just be hurts suffered, or hurts caused, too. After all, redemption was something much more looked after than healing, or wasn’t it?
She didn’t know. So many things, she didn’t know.
She looked at the water and hoped that someday she would be forgiven for the hurt she was about to cause.
Placing her letter of goodbye under a rock near the tree, she stood up and walked to the water line.
Sneak Peek: Budapest 2012
I’ve returned from Budapest today. A complete photopost should be up this weekend… hopefully. I’m extremely busy with uni at the moment :)
(Source: kristinapandey, via dreamanddiscover)
January212013
When I was ten, my grandmother was still alive and she used to tell me the most wonderful stories.
One of her favorite stories to share was that of how she met my grandfather when she was but seventeen years old.
It was a rainy, stormy day, and her umbrella hadn’t been able to withstand the heavy winds.
“Out of nowhere he came,” she’d say, “and he held his umbrella over both our heads as he walked me home.”
Much later, when she passed away, I was going through her things as we emptied her house. In the attic I found a letter, and it spoke about that fateful day, when the winds of change brought the writer and my grandmother together.
When I came to the end, I cried. The letter was signed by a John Firth.
My grandfather’s name was Ron. Ron Allanson.
Background Photo: JeanbaptisteM
November252012
They sat on the wall, their legs dangling off the wrong side. The sun was setting, their perfect day coming slowly to a close.
She shivered despite the warmth, her body no longer capable of holding its heat.
Weeks, the doctors had said. It had come down to a matter of weeks.
Like this day, her life would soon come to an end.
“I wish we could stop time and stay here forever,” she whispered.
He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He didn’t speak.
There weren’t any words left to be said.
(via skye282)
November12012
Hella felt the mist on her face, the wind in her hair.
After her long ride, her body was now cooling down, the leather of her harness sticking against her skin. She patted her horse on the neck.
“Good girl.”
She brushed sweat-dampened hair from her forehead and looked at the horizon. The dragons moved slowly in the surreal light, yawning in the afternoon sun.
They weren’t hers to slay, but she had to get past them.
But first, Hella had to pass the deep ravine.
She signaled her horse to move, the warmth of the animal comforting against her bare legs.
“Come on, girl. We have to save daddy.”
October312012
He’d been on the beach for days, reading in the sunshine.
And every day, he had seen her walking down the beach - head down, shoes in her hand, her hair blown in all directions by the wind.
He’d quit his job and sold his house, and left behind a life that he never liked to begin with. He was so very ready to start all over, and he was brimming with excitement about it.
He knew the girl had a story, but then again, so had he. He wanted to talk to her.
So, to get her attention, he made a spy hole in his paper.
He hoped it would bring a smile to her lovely face.
September162012
The waves were calming in their continuous rhythm. They kept coming back, as if they were reaching out to her.
He came up behind her, and enfolded her in his strong, strong arms. She leaned back against him, finding comfort in his embrace.
But her head wasn’t there.
“I won’t leave, you know,” he said close to her ear. She could hear how much he meant the words.
She sighed, and closed her eyes when he pressed his lips to her skin. “Talk to me,” he murmured.
“Maybe I’m just afraid,” she whispered, “‘cause honestly, right now I can’t afford another heartbreak.”
Take your time and follow your guts. They will hopefully tell you how sincere he is.
September152012
Her skin felt hypersensitive as his fingertips traced random patterns over it.
“Like silk,” he murmured. “So soft.”
He pressed his hips closer, letting her feel how badly he wanted her. And she wanted him too.
“How come I have only found you now?” she whispered into his neck.”Where have you been all this time?”
(via skye282)
September72012
“This is miraculous,” the man said, looking at the paintings that had been made with crayons. His gaze shifted to the unresponsive woman who’d made them. “Amazing.”
“She will disagree,” the nurse said, already irritated by the new head of her department. “She hates them.”
“But why does she draw then?” the man asked, wanting to touch the drawings but feeling that he shouldn’t.
“It’s a compulsion. There’s a reason she is here, Dr. Colt.”
“Yes, yes,” he said, almost absentmindedly. “But surely it’s not these drawings?”
“Oh yes, it’s most definitely the drawings. They’re actually quite innocent this time.”
“But what do you do with them?” he asked. “Surely you can help her in some way with these.”
“No, if we take them away, she goes into a psychosis.”
“And what happens with them if she keeps them?”
“She burns them,” the nurse said. “I know it’s a waste of talent, Dr. Colt, but it’s the only way to keep her somewhat sane.”
(via rameau)
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