I am so fixated on rhyming Or finding the perfect time, I miss the point And start tracing lines through life Wondering why I have wasted So much of it Being afraid of failure. Then finding out far too late How much I have missed. Some people find success straight away, Off they go, blazing … Continue reading The Lonely Few
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Crossing the threshold
Crossing the threshold she enters the cold cobweb covered lounge, And wonders what awaits her, Cradled in the cryptlike bedroom upstairs. He loosens his tie and lights a fire Says nothing, not even an expression Of desire towards her. The creaks of brittle floorboards fill her with a longing to fall through them to a … Continue reading Crossing the threshold
Anyone home?
The metronome ticking away, feigning patience counted each second wasted on starts and stops. Lilah's focus long left the room, replaying Snow White in her head from beginning to end. Her singing teacher, Mister Rogers as she called him, was unfortunately left with the lit vacant house, "Now take a breath, use your diaphragm and … Continue reading Anyone home?
Charity shop shenanigans
Secondhand. There, I said it. The word is almost a slur of its own nowadays. We are meant to call it something less triggering for the sake of a jumpier new generation, I suppose. Sorry Karen, I meant "pre-loved". I felt cheapened more by the modern terminology than I had ever felt by any used … Continue reading Charity shop shenanigans
Disturbed
I made dinner. That was all. That was all it took for the headache to return. Not the kids, not Frankie wrecking my nerves with YouTube shorts blaring. I had no underlying illness as far as I knew. Nothing weird that I could have inherited. Nothing. It just started. The mental traffic was there though. … Continue reading Disturbed
Where does it end?
At twenty-one degrees Celsius, Máire's blood was still simmering. It did not seem to matter how much or how cold the water, and at that point she must have swallowed an entire well. The fear of drinking too little far outweighed any concern for what might happen as a consequence of drinking too much. And, … Continue reading Where does it end?
Piggy in the middle
On a poor man’s pig farm, in a cozy pen, there lived a large sow and her thirteen piglets. There was nothing spectacular or magical about their existence – no benevolent spider to tell their tale, or ravenous wolf howling at their door threatening to steal them in the night. They were pigs like any … Continue reading Piggy in the middle
Heatwave
She pinched the brown pine needles between her fingers and turned them upside down, tracing circles in the tablecloth like a compass. On an invisible map, she charted her course, and longed to be in some new world. Far away from blaring speakers, beer bottles and wild unruly children. Yet, some small contentment came from … Continue reading Heatwave
First year students
The lecture drags us through the morning, stretching itself out like a lazy housecat and making only minor painful increments of progress. In his own well meant way, the professor with a sedating monotonous voice tries to explain to us the finer details of quantitative research and its relevance to the healthcare sector. Meanwhile, over … Continue reading First year students
Midnight Caller
He called at a ghostly hour, and hovered outside the front door. She had seen him approach from the other end of the street, just as she was retrieving her keys. There was no urgency in his pace. His gait was tall and menacing against the amber streetlights, and he took slow purposeful steps. She … Continue reading Midnight Caller
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