This story was an assignment for the creative writing course I did. We had to write diary posts for a week, but the “I” writing the diary was the tulip we all got. Which we couldn’t put in water.
I expected it to die within a couple of days, but turns out nature is pretty awesome some times 😉 Photos can be found here.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a beautiful maiden…
I stop, look at the words and shake my head. No…, this is too obvious. It needs to be special, different or no one will read my work. Pressing delete until the page is blank again, my mind whirls with thoughts, ideas popping up. I discard one after the other until I find one that isn’t average.
I crack my fingers and start again.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived an ugly maiden who wished to marry for love…
Written for a competition at The Cult of Me.
Shuddering Gretel fixed her eyes on the witch. She cowered against the back wall, trying to stay as far away as possible. All the while the witch was hovering near the gaping hole, chuckling to herself and smacking her lips. “Come on, sweet children, there is nothing to be scared about”, she cooed, “it will be over in a flash, you’ll see.”
Gretel glanced at her brother Hansel, his face white, his fists clenched. He was shaking his head. “I don’t want to die…” Continue reading
The rattling in my shoe finally drives me so crazy I pull it off to examine it. That’s when I notice the little ridge in the heel. I fumble with it until suddenly a bit of the heel pops open. There in a hollow lies a capsule. A transparent bit at one end, a darker ring at the other. I drop it in my hand, amazed. What the heck…
Without really knowing why I hold the transparent part while I twist the ring around. A bright light flashes. I blink when everything comes rushing back.
I know who I am!
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He has been eying you all evening. First in the pub, then in the club. Glancing at him again, you catch his eye. He gives you a slow smile, which makes him look irresistible. Gesturing with his head, he encourages you to follow him to the bar.
Feeling brave you cross the dancefloor, joining him. His smile has turned into a grin and it turns your knees weak. He takes your hand and leads you to a dark corner.
Lips find your neck, gently sucking, licking. Then a sharp pain when his teeth pierce your skin and everything goes black.
She watches him run around the room. From cupboard to table to bookcase. He’s huffing and puffing, his face getting redder by the minute.
“Need any help, honey?”
He waves his hand dismissive. “No, no…”
She sighs. A yearly ritual, his last minute dash to find the keys.
“Dear… on your desk, next to the lamp.”
“Ah, thanks love!” Grabbing the keys he sprints out the door.
She watches him takes off, his sled climbing higher and higher while the reindeer pull with all their might. Just in time to deliver the presents to all the kids in the world.
Up and down. Up and down. Working up a sweat. Muscles stretching and aching. Eyes closed, head thrown back.
Time seems to stop, all that exists is this moment. Sweet and delicious. Breathing speeds up, you’re gasping for air. Your legs start to burn.
Then it’s over. You’re spend, but satisfied.
Your workout is over.