Sugar Coated – 3 Word Wednesday

October 5, 2014freyathewriter 8 Comments

You were always a cold mother. Even as a tiny tot, parading up and down in the lounge, wearing toddler-sized heels and more than enough make-up for a grown woman, let alone a little girl like me, I knew that your heart was barren. I could never please you. There was always that crease between your eyebrows. Disappointment seeped out of your pores.

You wanted a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Barbie doll of a daughter. You wanted me to transform into a perfectly-proportioned teenager, into Homecoming Queen, into the girl that every boy wanted, and the girl that every other girl wanted to be. Instead, you got me, the short, stocky, brunette, grey-eyed, spectacle-wearing geek. The only thing I got intense about was chemistry. Make-up, nails and short skirts were not in my repertoire. I was not a daughter to be proud of, in your eyes.

Oh, you may well worry. You may well tell your friends that I’ll be an old maid, childless and your lip may curl when you spit out the words ‘chemist’. But you’re worrying about the wrong things, mother. Who brings you your morning coffee? Who brings her work home? Who is forgetful enough to pour poison into your special mug, instead of sugar?

Yes, you created a monster. But not the sort that you expected.

Sleep well, Mother dear.

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I decided to take part in something new! The lovely Angela at VisDare is taking a well-deserved break for October, to concentrate on her exciting writing project, and the rest of life in general. So, welcome one, welcome all, to Three Word Wednesday! I know it’s Sunday, but thankfully, we don’t have to contribute on a Wednesday, since I only blog at weekends, these days.

This week, the words are:

Barren

Intense

Worry

What a cheerful combination! I decided to link it up to my Five Sentence Fiction post, which you can read here. Let me know what you think of my response, and do pop over to the blog to see how others have responded!

Home Truths – Five Sentence Fiction

October 5, 2014October 5, 2014freyathewriter 12 Comments

Don’t judge me.

I have lived in this skin for nineteen years, I have breathed this life since you first put me on a pageant runway at the age of two.

You created me, yet you look at me as if I am a monster.

Look at yourself, mother, look at yourself.

I am who and what you made me.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this gorgeous photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…

Vantage Point – Magpie Tales

September 28, 2014freyathewriter 10 Comments

Sarah once dreamed of her own island, floating in space and time. As a little girl, when she was encouraged to give wings to her flights of fancy, she wrote tales of a woman with long, dark coppery curls who navigated the lands, floating in the air on a slice of land suspended from hot air balloons. A dragon’s tail rudder at the back of the earthy sliver dictated the direction and a rainbow-hued propeller pulled her home forward through the sun-sprinkled air. Her life was filled with adventure, her Siamese cat purred loud and serene on her silk-clad lap. She was mistress of her destiny.

Sarah turns a full circle, drinking in the scenery laid out before her. The land is a vast, autumnal carpet, dotted here and there with a ceramic-tiled rooftop. In the distance, the deep turquoise sea glints and sparkles between the mountain peaks. At last, she is atop her own, peaceful hill, rising magically from the flat land below. It is as if it has been drawn directly from a childhood dream. She listens to the slight wind as it whistles through the trees.

If she listens carefully, she can hear the gentle rattle of a propellor and cat purring with contentment.

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Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka

Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. There is a theme running through my weekly writings once again. If you want to know more about Sarah, please read my Five Sentence Fiction and VisDare entries. Can you identify with her at all?