And then the whistle blew, the results were in and everyone sat there waiting. There could be only one. The weight of the world was on everyone's shoulders. Until the name was drawn and the weight of the people passed over onto the chosen one.
And then she held the tip of the sword to his neck, softly. The skin dented but did not break but he still fell to his knees and wept.
(https://www.oif.ala.org/oif/?p=9937) Week 1: The man in his mid 20’s is presented wearing a stiff white shirt with a bright blue necktie. He sits behind an oak wood desk, the paperwork covering it seems to be placed in even piles as a laptop has been placed to one side, idle. The sound of a clock ticking… Continue reading Six Weeks
Prompt: "Why are you glaring at me?" "I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust." “…I’ve had a bit of a shit year. I got divorced.” “Sorry to hear that.” “I’m not. Bastard cheated.” As she approaches the group, she slows down to debate whether to keep on walking silently or pause to exchange polite chit-chat. Hearing… Continue reading Trying something new
(http://imgur.com/lulhg) "Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be… Continue reading You’ve Got Mail
There's a sense of deja vu as she drives by the abandoned garage that sits between the two neighbouring villages. It feels like so long since she was last home, her need to leave had been overpowering. The road seems a lot shorter than she remembers it. Taking a right turn she takes in all… Continue reading Looking Back