Above the clouds, with the stars, sits a lighthouse full of books which wrap around the winding staircase until the tower’s peak hits the ceiling of the universe. At this peak is a light which shines through a window. A long trail of gold which glitters brighter than any pot at a rainbow’s end. Those …
The King and the Sea: A Story of Seeking Our Dreams
The Return of the Traveler King On the eastern shore, a silver-cloaked figure walked to the beat of chilled spray and squawks of puffins. The locals, creeping from their warm beds as dawn poked through autumn clouds, mistook him for a ghost dressed in grey, haunting the red sand shores. He seemed more mist than …
The Girl and her Tiger: A Flash Fic
The Girl and Her Tiger: Wandering Together When the fog rolled over the northern moors, doors were shut and lights went on. A practice designed to keep away the wisps which danced and the voices which talked and led anyone, foolish enough to walk in the fog, far away to never returned. Like the little …
Seeker, Wanderer, Lost Boy, Storyteller: The Many Names of the Dream King
Seek the Dreamer, my child. When you have sought every last fantasy whispered to the first stars of the night, you will find your way home once more. # The old king stood at the edge of the water. It wrapped icy waves around his bare feet and ankles. Each drag of water covered his …
A Sky of One Thousand Stars
A Sky of One Thousands Stars See the Sky, Look Up Climb the eagle-headed mountain; your comrades wait, laughing and feasting around a head of flame. It whispers of the past, the present and the future. Behind you and your fellows hugs a crescent shape of night darkened silver birch. They glow like eyes …
The Magic of Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus
Over the last few months of 2017 I took a novel I’ve been wrestling with and figured out it was less a story about people and more a story about stories. Then I got my new place a bookshelf (at last!) and stumbled across a novel that’s sat on my reading list and in …
The Great Writing Debate: Inspired or Chair?
The Great Debate: (or one of them anyway) The people who always say “butt in chair” in order to get your stories written are not wrong. The people who always say “inspiration makes your work shine” in order to write quality stories are not wrong. Both have good points that I feel we often lose …
Poem: Listen to the Walls Where Stories Talk
Listen to the Walls Where Stories Talk Sunlight whispers in eaves, hugged by leaves. Wrapped in green. Skylarks whistle to their Juliets. Who walk with eyes turned high, upon the blue sky. In this place, stars echo and stay in cotton shapes on blue paint. They swirl down the wave of tree top hands. Sunlight …
Visiting Mundanity: The Value of Travel for a More Fulfilled Life
Two years ago, I started my UK adventure in the small town of Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk. It’s the sort of middle of the field town where public transportation consists of trains one every hour to larger centres like Ipswich, and otherwise, you really need a car. I managed well enough though, still getting …
When Rivers Flowed on Mars: Drabble 1
To reach the tower it took five hundred steps which wound the mountain in the shape of a cobra, curled under its den of sky. We laughed, we dreamed, we counted stars. We hopped the galaxies and rode the comets, kicking dandelion seeds toward the moon. In the summer the tower rose with the grace …