Drella was a bog witch. Across the span of two decades, Drella had double, double toiled and troubled her way into becoming quite competent at bog witchery and couldn’t help but feel disconsolate when her life was boiled down into nothing more than hocus pocus. For a bog witch, there were many presumptions that were … Continue reading 🧹 A Bog Witch
Month: April 2023
A Forest Story
You awake to the call of birds. Dawn, still yet to rise beyond the distant hills, holds the forest in a state of darkness as the din of frantic movement appears to become alive outside the walls of your shelter. Bows of ancient oak thrash at the sides of your home and you feel the … Continue reading A Forest Story
An Attic Story
The attic was quiet. Night had long slumbered peacefully throughout this silent kingdom. And in its darkness, an archive of passing time had been left undated. Thin slats of light and dampened noise could seldom be observed from below, as dreams of a time spent in movement would become fragmented and obscure. It was peaceful … Continue reading An Attic Story
April 2023 site update and The Flying Apricot introduction
Hello, hello!Just a quick update about Sunday Short Stories and all the jumbled-up alphabets that reside therein. In celebration of writing two hundred short stories, I'm going to be putting more time into something longer for the rest of 2023 But what does that mean? Well, it mostly means that I will no longer be … Continue reading April 2023 site update and The Flying Apricot introduction
The Balendup Library Running Club: 1
An apathetic glass door drags itself leftward on rattling hinge as the growing bluster outside triggers the auto-sensor with a passing of unswept leaf-litter. It is Autumn; the mist covered branches of the nearby park have all shed their greenery into the gutter, discarding the last year of growth in preparation for the winter.It's a … Continue reading The Balendup Library Running Club: 1
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