The Escapade

A lone owl perched on a the branch of a birch tree, was wide-eyed, looking out at the noises emanating from the ground. Moonlight streamed in through the canopy, letting the owl discern some little figures that were slowly trudging through the forest floor. Rachel tossed the wet tissue into a bin, having dabbed herContinue reading “The Escapade”

The sights

Everything is dotted with a whirl of colour bursts like blooming flowers. At least that’s what I think it is when suddenly someone switches it all off. I scramble to my feet and blink rapidly, trying to catch a shadow for clues. But all I see is the dark, the swirly nothingness of the dark.Continue reading “The sights”

The evening

The clouds glisten like water as the sun sinks into it. It strikes me how small it looks, like an orange ink blot in the sky. The other colours- the rosy pink blush, bright blue and the soft lavender look like smudged streaks of paint. God is a good artist. Excellent, even. And very speedyContinue reading “The evening”

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