You stand at the gate, no longer a child, and not yet an angel: you see the sign, check on your own palm, it all lines up with the prediction. The years have not altered the meaning, as you recall, when you were last here, eons back, in the mist of a forgotten era, already … Continue reading #VisDare 100: Reach
From the valley we take the well trodden path, the symphony of Spring following us all the way, to the beloved border that marks the start of a steeper climb. There, the meadow gives way to a rockier ground, and the line of small trees, alpine oaks and pine, becomes visible, just under the cliff. Many … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Entrance
I know you are looking, searching, questioning. I also know that I must go with you, to the old town, to the place where we found each other, so long ago. It is the place where I died, the place you left behind, for a world that no longer would know me. Perhaps you still … Continue reading #WritersWednesdays: a Trinity
In the dead of night I think of you. The scenery often changes: from the sands of the desert to the snows on the high mountains peaks. Often the shapes change too, and the sky from time to time: courage knows no colour, courage knows no gender, courage is simple. Soon is your graduation, my … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Purple
The declining sunlight casts long shadows on the meadows, trees and rocks magically elongated over the sensual curves of the valley. The little cross is hidden from view, not far from our path, but few walkers know it is there. It’s almost our secret, a tiny haven nestled at the foot of the magic mountain, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Détour
Their legions had swept through the universe, cruel, invincible, enslaving all humans and other creatures on their path. The harvest of souls would have continued if it had not been for one of their slaves, One with a power that they could not comprehend, the power of Love. They crucified Her, as they had … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Harvest
You are in the sky: I can see you, diaphane, silent, moving so fast - unless you want to pause, and observe, or visit... Yet, you are of flesh and blood: I know, often you come to my place and touch me, a light finger on my lips, your presence I feel, in my dream, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Faeries
I am really excited by Gillian’s announcement - so much so that I re-blogged her post! On my one attempt at the genre I sought and receive some comments from that most creative of bloggers… Which decided me to rewrite it, perhaps as a teaser before a submission, he says, pondering. For now, a lady friend, … Continue reading #BlogMeMaybe: May 21 – May I tell you something about writing?