A soft breeze stirred the top layer of sand across the dunes. Pale green grasses swayed gently in the cold, crisp winters breeze. The grey clouds hung low, creating a pallet of grey tinged sand, rocks and water as far as the eye could see. The sea was both gentle and wild, subtly washing itself with its grey-white foams.
She looked down at het feet. Her broken leather boots kept as much sand ins...
I breathed. My lungs filled with freezing cold air, the type that hurts to breathe. My chest was in agony. My ribs felt broken and my throat felt raw. I was beyond cold.
A blurred face drifted above me. With each short, cold breath it sharpened and became clearer. A woman. She looked worried.
“Oh thank god. Hello? Hello, are you ok? I’ve called an ambulance, it’s coming. Just stay still”
I smiled....
1. THE BUS - NOVEMBER
What a sad, cold, grey day it was to be stuck on a rail replacement bus, which in turn was stuck in traffic. Amy watched two little drops of rain having a flirt, dancing down the glass, criss crossing each other until they eventually became one. Oh, fuck off.
It’d been a long time since Amy had “danced with another rain drop” so to speak. Those drops were starting to look ...
Hold your head high my child
The sky is always changing
Your heart might break a while
But time is always waiting
To soften the blow
To guide you home
No matter how long the night
The day is sure to come
In darkness you’ll find light
You’ll be stronger in the dawn
New air can bring you hope
The clouds will clear again
You can’t see beyond smoke
But here you have a friend
To soften the blow
An...
Human touch, one of the most comforting sensations we can experience. It soothes, releases oxytocin, creates compassion, relieves stress. Apparently.
Maybe once this was the case, maybe there was a time when people could breathe, and stretch, and reach. But not anymore. The population had grown and grown and grown.
To provide enough shelter, governments around the world knocked everything down - ...
Jasper sat on the edge of the lake. He looked out, entranced by the rippling of the water. It was sunset and the lake, like the sky was filled with tones of pinks and peaches. It was beautiful. The air smelt of leaves and bark and grass and mud, it was fresh and pure. Everything about this moment should’ve been perfect and yet it wasn’t, because Jasper knew he was alone. He wasn’t used to being on...
The Suns were hot today, especially the Blue one. Teks 2nd right arm was aching and sweat was dripping into his 3rd eye. His 4 legs were aching from squatting down for so long and he could see his 4 palms had started to crack and bleed (his blood was easy to spot, being luminous yellow). Today he could really feel his age, all 240 years of it. He paused for a moment and lifted his head toward the ...
