lofty (200)

she ascends a ladder woven from rope, silken promises and steely encouragement. together, under the light, they are luminous - hard to see the rungs, invisible as they are under golden-silver light. the issue is that she is given each rung day by day, and only under certain circumstances. the goals are lofty, and the… Continue reading lofty (200)

on the way up

it begins with ambition. for now i am ignorant, unaware of the future's potential. life becomes a series of ladders to climb. each ladder becomes taller than the last, new rungs added as plans unfold and i learn of new possibilities. keep on climbing and others endorse this ambition in tones normally reserved for people… Continue reading on the way up

The Future, In Just Six Words

For Mum and Dad. Love you. This is, in six words, the dedication I'll inscribe in my first novel when publishing. I would've made it longer, but today's prompt says six words. (I've never understood how an author can put in the barest dedication: one author, I've seen will literally just say For K.) Thus… Continue reading The Future, In Just Six Words

Claws

She's ditzy. She sits with a blank expression, eyes far away and vacant. It's like she wants to create a new stereotype - dumb brunette. (why should it be restricted to blonde?) She favours pretty, girly stationery - bubblegum pink and baby blue. Her counterparts favour navy and red. (fluffy, insipid) Her nails are always… Continue reading Claws