a social lesson (150)

It was the year 1712 and the Countess was hosting for the first time, finally declared ready by Mama to be a hostess. Normally, Mama or her sister were the ones to prepare - instead, Mama had decided she needed the knowledge and lesson for the centuries yet to come. She waited by the curving… Continue reading a social lesson (150)

Advertisements

the gift (1.2) – 150

the tiny box plopped into her lap from over her shoulder, dislodging the book which had fallen closed. the box was no bigger than her palm, wrapped in several rough layers of white paper, and it barely made a sound when she shook it. this was unusual - normally the gifts she received were opulent,… Continue reading the gift (1.2) – 150

arisen, 1.1 (150)

cinderella swept listlessly at the hearth, trying to avoid toppling over while at the same time covering as much of her face as she could. the dust and ashes kicked up, swirling around her and getting under her nails. it'd long since embedded in her nailbeds, her hands calloused and dry. her father came home from business,… Continue reading arisen, 1.1 (150)

the timer, 1.1 (150)

say something profound, she's watching me. the words aren't said but they hang in the air anyway, waiting for the camera to be flipped on. waiting for me to perform, so i can be recorded for posterity. she's looking at her smartphone, tapping into it with the speed of someone who's had a few too… Continue reading the timer, 1.1 (150)

burning out 1.2 (150)

can't achieve my goals, you say?  watch me. for three nights i'm awake on one long all-nighter, sleeping one of every eleven hours, cramming in plans. it isn't my birthdate yet, no extra year between goals and reality. i'm busy, scrabbling at everything i can think of while you run off and blindly follow goalposts. and so… Continue reading burning out 1.2 (150)

power, 1.2 (150)

build up a story-tower, weave it into being with words and magic. hold it together with love and hope, chase it up with creation for the sake of it. scrawl across a mirror in lipstick a profession of delight; lift and assemble every piece of masonry yourself. (feel the ache as muscles pull and develop their own… Continue reading power, 1.2 (150)

elemental, 1.2 (150)

fire dances in the fireplace, more seen than heard. there's only kindling right now, and it's my favourite stage: the room has already begun to warm, and now is the brief tension that comes with adding a small log, maneuvering it just so and waiting for the flames to catch. it throws long shadows over the smooth wood… Continue reading elemental, 1.2 (150)