"What Am I?" by Llola Lane
Ever since I can remember I've been growing. My first memories of the garden make me smile. My brothers and sisters stand next to me and they touch me. As I grow... they grow. We get bigger with each passing day. But... What Am I???
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Nabian Nexus - Part 1 - by Sven Pertelson.
"Captain to the bridge, imminent orbital insertion manoeuvre." the irritatingly urbane synthesised computer voice sounded throughout the ship. Stefan Engstrom hated that voice with a passion. The very next time that he managed to get the SS Ptolemy into a decent space dock that would be the first thing on his list of repairs. At the door to the bridge the same voice announced, "Attention! Captain on the bridge." The sole occupant of the bridge remained seated and looked over her shoulder, sighed and turned back to the control panel.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Many Shades of Purple by Lillian Morpork
Many Shades of Purple by Lillian Morpork
A spread of purple heather across a Scottish brae,
Violets peeping shyly along a forest way;
A spread of purple heather across a Scottish brae,
Violets peeping shyly along a forest way;
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
The Legacy - Lillian Morpork
The Legacy - Lillian Morpork
Katy really hated going to Great Aunt Agatha’s. It used to be fun when Great Uncle Bertie was alive, full of light and colour. The gardens were masses of colour, there were forget-me-nots over half the front lawn, and morning glories growing along the fences in white, pink, purple and blue. Then, ten years ago, Uncle Bertie died, and everything changed.
Katy really hated going to Great Aunt Agatha’s. It used to be fun when Great Uncle Bertie was alive, full of light and colour. The gardens were masses of colour, there were forget-me-nots over half the front lawn, and morning glories growing along the fences in white, pink, purple and blue. Then, ten years ago, Uncle Bertie died, and everything changed.
"The Perfect Rose" by Llola Lane
"The Perfect Rose" by Llola Lane
Red, Purple, White, Yellow or Blue,
roses are beautiful no matter what hue.
Standing tall in the garden so grand,
they commands attention, and are anything but bland.
Red, Purple, White, Yellow or Blue,
roses are beautiful no matter what hue.
Standing tall in the garden so grand,
they commands attention, and are anything but bland.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
"Snakes" by Keisha Thorne (edited by Teri)
"Snakes" by Keisha Thorne (edited by Teri)
She walked quietly through the woods, trying to get away from what she had seen. Each careful and precise step was an effort as her mind screamed "RUN," over and over, desperately trying to persuade her to flee to safety. But her reason knew better and remained in control, knowing that running would only give her location away and bring it straight to her. A quiet, patient, stealthy walk was the only way she would be able to escape.
She walked quietly through the woods, trying to get away from what she had seen. Each careful and precise step was an effort as her mind screamed "RUN," over and over, desperately trying to persuade her to flee to safety. But her reason knew better and remained in control, knowing that running would only give her location away and bring it straight to her. A quiet, patient, stealthy walk was the only way she would be able to escape.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
"A Child's Dream" by Llola Lane PART 3
"A Child's Dream" by Llola Lane PART 3
At the end of summer Robert was watching the news on TV, comfortable in his chair. Anne and Sarah were cooking in the kitchen. Robert sat up. He smelled smoke. What were the girls cooking? He chuckled to himself. It wasn't the first time Anne had burned something. He was about to stand up when Sarah ran into the room screaming at the top of her lungs..."The forest is on fire!"
At the end of summer Robert was watching the news on TV, comfortable in his chair. Anne and Sarah were cooking in the kitchen. Robert sat up. He smelled smoke. What were the girls cooking? He chuckled to himself. It wasn't the first time Anne had burned something. He was about to stand up when Sarah ran into the room screaming at the top of her lungs..."The forest is on fire!"
Tree of Life - Flextoo - by Lillian Morpork
Once again it was a holiday for the children, and the family were gathered around the fireplace. The only light in the room came from the fire, and the big Holiday tree in front of the large window. The children were on the floor with books, though none were reading. Mother, Father, Grandfather and Great Granda sat in silence, contemplating the tree, and the Tree of Life that it represented.
"Dream Girl" by Teri
"Dream Girl" by Teri
The blade was a number 6, made from surgical stainless steel, sterilised with Gamma radiation and set in a Swann-Morton handle. She thought it would be shinier, not so dull and matte. It didn't catch the light and sparkle or glisten. It felt surprisingly light in her hand and seemed more like a child's toy than a bonafide medical instrument. But, details aside, it was what she had available as the means to her awakening. The keepers-in-white did not know she had kept it safe, hidden inside a box of maxi-pads where they neglected to search.
The blade was a number 6, made from surgical stainless steel, sterilised with Gamma radiation and set in a Swann-Morton handle. She thought it would be shinier, not so dull and matte. It didn't catch the light and sparkle or glisten. It felt surprisingly light in her hand and seemed more like a child's toy than a bonafide medical instrument. But, details aside, it was what she had available as the means to her awakening. The keepers-in-white did not know she had kept it safe, hidden inside a box of maxi-pads where they neglected to search.
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