Tag: Discourse

Epidemic

Epidemic

In only a matter of days everything had changed. Jack disliked change. Jack liked good food, a good bed and good company. Jack was a small individual with black hair and sharp eyes. He looked up at the TV in the pub, one of his favourite haunts. There was a man on the TV who […]

Door to Door Fear

Door to Door Fear

“That’s like having to choose between a week with my Mother-in-law or reliving Secondary School.” Washington appreciated Milo’s penchant for the dramatic as always. These were his choices: He could enter through Door G or Door H or remain in… THE ROOM OF FEAR INCARNATE Washington had opened Door H revealing a giant tank full […]

A Sweet Mistake

A Sweet Mistake

I offer my upturned fists to you. “Left or right? You choose.” You hesitate and smile, enjoying the game, “Right.” I uncurl my fist revealing the earring that’s not mine. Your smile slips, the game changes as recognition reaches your eyes and I watch your mouth begin to lie. This is not serendipity; the flip […]

One Last Step

One Last Step

It’s getting late. I should probably go, but I don’t want to put an end to it. My friends next to me are still laughing at the joke I made a couple of minutes ago. We are all a little tipsy – maybe that’s the reason behind our high spirits or maybe we’re just happy […]

The Flickering Lights

The Flickering Lights

The familiar chatter of children echoed throughout the hollow classroom. The lighting flickered from glowing orbs, the color of lemons, which were placed throughout the room. Devon sat in the far back, at a peculiar desk covered in pencil marks and scratches. Everyone else’s desks were completely identical: slight discoloration with a 3 carved into […]

Diary 1667

Diary 1667

3 JuneCame home through the Merchant’s Gate into our garden at the Navy Office. Seeing a person standing there, staring over the picket fence, did make me quake and sweat that it might be a bailiff. Fortunately it was but an old crone, and I got in safely. The servants were late spreading my shirts […]

The Queen

The Queen

As the most trusted maiden of the queen, I was a role model to all younglings. But no one could teach better than the queen. From her significant journeys she has taught all under her rule that no one can ever be trusted. She’d made decisions that she regrets and ones that she smiles upon. […]

King Conch

King Conch

It was time again to visit my father at Cornerstone Home. He had been a patient here for seven years; his quick deterioration meant I needed help. Lewy body dementia stole all his prized memories, leaving behind well-formed hallucinations and a long trail of delusions. A once soft-spoken man, now prone to fits of anger. […]

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