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Chapter 12-Lost Song

Chapter 12-Lost Song

Hi All, Below is a work in progress. I’m not sure I even like it. I would love your feedback on style and content. Is the dialogue a bit rubbish. 1st person present tense-does it work? It’s been a while since I shared any kind of new fiction with you all,...
Broken Wings

Broken Wings

There is a woman who saves butterflies with broken wings. I’ve heard It takes just five minutes. Not as absurd As it sounds. I imagine her fixing brown to blue Or blue to orange, or any other hue Will suffice as long as it fits and Madam Butterfly is fit to fly. With...

Moth Miracle

  Today, I fell in love With a moth; Small and brown. A pale and helpless triangle, As it lay upturned on the bottom of a pan. It grappled and struggled with six legs and antennae flailing Whilst the very things which gave her flight, Bore her down, damp and...
Grotesque

Grotesque

Grotesque The click, clack of my many legs on the wooden floor. The miniscule slide just before the clack Is probably the worst part. It would offend my human ears! Oh, the irony! My human ears? They would not even hear! But me in my current insignificant form, I am...

The Nymph

There’s a tree in my neighbour’s garden And inside, I see a nymph. She’s trapped within That rough, grey bark. Frozen. Heart still beating, Eyes still seeing, Mind still racing. But they will slow soon too. Years later she will forget. Another form, she’ll take; A...