As the cymbals crashed and the violins swooned, the girls twirled around in white Broderie Anglais dresses, spinning like ethereal wraiths in a momentary merry game. Some were mere girl-lings, …
Tag: short story
The perils of an overactive imagination
I've just written a story where the narrator floats between viewpoints of a mad mother, a mentally challenged daughter, a boyfriend with split personalities, the law and a fairytale teller...
Phantasmagoria
And once again, she fell. What was left of her once beautiful body disintegrated and began dissolving into the ground like grains of salt. There was nothing of her left...
The Pursuit Of It
The promise of drama hung about him, invisibly though somehow noticeably, breaking up and scrambling random atoms whenever he entered a room...
To the Waves
And when he looked too long into those adoring eyes of blue, they morphed and became one. One large pool of blue silk to drown in. He would blink and …
The Elderflowers of Capra
Intrigued, I carefully opened the casket and found, curled up like small creatures slumbering on the burgundy velvet lining, two long locks of hair, each wrapped around a gold ring.
The Guest
Dawn glanced at her face in the mirror - her hollowed cheeks drained of colour and her eyes were flat shards of glass. She looked strangely unreal, not like herself, …
