Category Short Story

Desiderata – Magpie Tales

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They just don’t understand me. They just see what they want to see. I am incarcerated here in solitude, because of their own stupidity. Fools, the lot of them. Aren’t I just following my instincts, heeding a primordial call to do what my forefathers, my mothers on mothers did, in order to survive?

Grrrrrrr… This is frustration, not aggression! They refuse to listen, to pay attention to my needs. They aren’t the responsible ones, shrouding themselves in cotton, and wool and leather, walking upright, as if any of that makes them better than me! It’s a veneer, a facade, they are but animals too. Not that makes me inferior. At least I know who and what i am!

All I want is my food. The cat is an irrelevance.

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Here’s my long-overdue latest entry into Magpie Tales. Please visit here for more creativity, and why not take part, if you feel the urge!

Gossamer – Magpie Tales

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No matter the distance between us, you are always present.

You could be a solar system and a lifetime away, but you are here, with me, in me, always.

I imagine a glistening gossamer thread spanning eternity, ethereal, almost invisible.

Delicate it may be, but it is indestructible.

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. I’ve been an admire of Escher’s art since I was a teenager, so couldn’t resist putting something together this week.

Please visit Magpie Tales for more creativity – you know you want to!

The Cast – Five Sentence Fiction

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I can’t sleep – my brain is churning, cogitating, processing, analysing, digesting.

Who are these people?

What do they look like, where do they live, do they drink tea or coffee, do they smoke, do they have families, do they have an agenda, and if so, what?

I wish they would reveal their secrets more easily, I wish they would pour out their life stories, without me having to reel them in like so many wriggling, writhing salmon.

But on the other hand, pinning these people down – it’s at least half the fun.

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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…