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Ice Claw
Read | Part 2 | "Ice Claw" a #fantasy #romance takes an unexpected turn. Will Talia survive the wrath of the bear? | #shortstory #amwriting #writerscommunity
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‘Take cover!’ shouted Lin from behind the bear claw. Its sharp talon glinted in the moonlight.‘Oh my, I need to get some help,’ said the white crystal fairy flying away in a hurry.Talia threw a stone at the beast, who licked its teeth at the fae.
‘I’m much meatier!’ Talia said, looking the bear dead in the eye. She feared her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, but she knew what must be…
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Ice Claw
READ | Enter a world of #fairytales as Talia finds not is at all as it might seem. | #shortstory #blogger #magic #romance #adventure #amwriting
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‘Don’t wander. These people are not like those from the desert. Their hearts are cold,’ said Lin.‘I know that, but we are just shoved into rooms like hens. It’s strange,’ said Talia looking around the hallway to make sure her whispers were not overheard. It was so nerve-wracking to speak, for she felt her voice bounce across the marble floors.‘Once you give the Ice Princess what she…
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Ode to Alice's flowers
Read | 'Ode to Alice's flowers' - a short poem about the beauty of #flowers and the simple happiness they bring. | #poetry #amwriting #writerscommunity #AliceinWonderland #Disneyinspired #Disney
Almost a mere whisper along a path,
With petals aurulent and crimson,
Castings of light nor dark could they go unseen,
At the footing of nearby travelers,
And the gaze of unexpected strangers,
Did a mass of flowers go on smiling,
Wilt and wither in cold they did,
A shame time couldn’t forgive,
The dawn foretold a short life to be lived in,
Still, as the breeze cast away, at the…
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Creatures of the sea
READ | "Creatures of the sea", a short story about the mysteries of the ocean. | #shortstory #ocean #seacreatures #amwriting #Wordpress
A tranquil blue sea stretched beyond twin cliffs. Feathered birds squawked to announce the day from above looking down at a deep blue wash of colour. The moody blue water shone silver in the sunlight between the chalky faces of the cliff. Bubbling beneath the salty water sang a song of bright colour. Fish splashed, swam, and snapped about multicoloured coral, pink sea anemone, and fluorescent…
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Unravelling
French lace waved along the bottom of Alice’s skirt like kisses from a fairy. It looked just like magic. This was the most beautiful dress Alice had ever worn but as she looked at herself in the mirror, all she could see was a stranger. Her mind shouted at her to take it off, it wasn’t her.
‘Ah, your mother’s dress. How much you do look like her,’ said Alice’s father smiling sadly.
Alice smiled…
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If I could fly
Just published, “If I could fly”, a short poem exploring the ways we imagine ourselves to be.
If I could fly, I would,
If my feet weren’t heavy, I’m sure I could,
If I could fly, I could see what others like me could not,
If there was some magic dust, a lightness in my heart that age had not so soon forgot,
If I could fly, my dreams would ensue,
If my beliefs remained and happiness grew,
If I could fly, I wouldn’t come down,
If my fear was gone, I could be giddy like a child…
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Ace
You would think it would be ace being the Ace of Cards but I was still being treated just like any other number.
Hello, it’s me, the Ace of Cards or Ace which is what I tell my friends to call me. I’m devastatingly handsome, a real trump card some have said but not anymore. Back when I was leading the deck there was harmony and we stayed, for the most part, in perfect order. Every day we…
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The perfect moment
Just published, 'The perfect moment'. A story about a young photographer trying to capture the perfect moment. | #younglove #amwriting #blogger
Erica went everywhere with her camera. She was determined that one day she would capture the perfect moment. Erica just hadn’t found what that moment was yet. Her mum said that when it happened, she’d know and then laughed like it was all some big secret.
‘You’re not going to find it sitting at home,’ said her best friend Amelie, lounging against one of Erica’s favourite bright purple…
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Alice's unlikely adventure
Just posted an Alice in Wonderland inspired short story! #amwriting #disney #shortstory
Alice didn’t like to sit down too long. She was made to listen to her tutor talk on and on. She did try to concentrate but how could she bother when the leaves twisted in the wind and all the dandelion bulbs had bloomed. It was like sitting on a yellow magic carpet. She wished she could be anywhere else.
‘Alice? Are you imagining again?’ asked her tutor, Miss Garb. Miss Garb sat in the shade for…
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Spooky piano
A white cat meowed and Clara followed it only to discover a room. Not just any room. A piano room. Long tangles of spiderwebs draped upon each piano key, but it didn’t deter Clara. She was brave. She scrunched her nose and held her breath as she peeled back the sticky layers.
Once removed, she let out a giant huff and made sure no spiders were on herself. Thankfully it looked that none had…
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Hatter's hat hunt
Hatter’s hat hunt
On one fine crisp day, when the wind was howling and leaves were churning, there was a Hatter. He couldn’t tell as of yet, but there was trouble undoubtedly brewing. It wasn’t in the trees, in the blowing leaves, nor the wind that whined.
It was somewhere else entirely, and it all began with a faint stirring in his stomach for a fifth cup of tea that he must find.
He began to…
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Standing still
Give me a moment, a second, a day. Breathe. Find normal. Redefine it. They say don’t put too much pressure on yourself, don’t stretch yourself, this is a stressful time don’t exert yourself. But a soul doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t want a limit, wants to kiss the moon, wants to find “it”.
They say don’t think too hard about what’s missing, what’s empty, what’s falling apart, what’s rearranging.…
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All in time
Alice found a clock all alone, under a fern, and whimpering in the woods of Wonderland. It’s hands were in a zigzag of disarray, eyes discontented and as for the gloss, well, it was sadly lacklustre. She recognised the little clock and hadn’t the heart to tell little Marie of the Turntime Maries that she appeared so poorly. Instead, Alice sat beside her and told her a story.
‘My cat called Dinah…
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Call them back
‘Lenora, get on with it,’ he said raising his shovel in the air.
I didn’t answer right away. My hands felt like snakeskin, my arms sore as though they were made of lead and not flesh and I could hardly see out of one of my eyes. His meaty hand went to give me an encouraging tap on the shoulder that felt more like a punch, it held so much strength. When I met him, he had arms made of spaghetti.…
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Alice’s mother comes to tea
Alice’s mother loved teacups. She would collect different sets of them. Some were bright crimson, some had rough little spots and some had glossy little hummingbirds that whispered secrets to flowers. She was always careful to store them away from Alice.
Alice liked to play with the teacups outside in the long grass. She’d put a little felt mouse in one and insist that her faded purple rabbit…
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Float
The sea breeze felt gentle against my skin. Nobody asked you. Nobody asked you to be here. The words stung. I didn’t like when they were like this. They didn’t like themselves.
A swirling wave fell against the bright yellow sand. It was like it had just taken a big stretch as it crept further into shore making the yellow sand turn golden. I wondered what that might feel like. To collapse, roll…
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Queen’s hope
What happens when the hope comes? When the light shifts into focus but is gone quicker than it came. When old ways are forgotten and fear is replaced with something quite different. A good different. Well that day did come but not that we all knew it would.
The Queen of Hearts sat in her throne. She sat with her back straight up in a rigid pose. No one spoke. Even the snap of a twig could be…
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