Posted in Poetry

Jigsaw.

Broken into pieces and scattered everywhere, My jigsaw puzzle is damaged, unrecognizable, beyond repair.

I pick up the pieces and hold them in my hands but they no longer fit together. They’re unrecognizable beyond repair.

I try to fix the pieces but they crumble into dust, disappearing forever. My jigsaw puzzle is damaged, unrecognizable, beyond repair.

The pieces that remain I place before me, will an incomplete jigsaw be what I’ll forever be?

Butterfly

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Posted in Fiction

The Witches Daughter.

Improvised Writing:

The Witches Daughter.

The old house stood on the grass verge crumbling before my eyes. I stepped nearer to it, shaking with fear as the noises bellowed out of the building, making my heart pound with trepidation. I knew I should not be there. I had heard about the curse that would befall anyone from my family if they were to walk inside, but I knew I had to be there. I needed to see her grave.

I reached the house, placed my shaking hand on the bricks and began to slowly walk around the building. I stopped suddenly, there it was a small mound with a dark bush growing from it leaning on the side of the outer wall. I dropped to the floor tears streaming from my eyes. All I had wanted was to say goodbye and now finally my opportunity to grieve had arrived. “Bye Mom” I sobbed.

Hours passed, the sun set, but I stayed there crying throughout the night. When the sun rose the next day I stood slowly, turned and started running away from the house. I had no intention of going inside, it was responsible for my mother’s death and I didn’t want to be cursed. I knew that would be the last thing my mother would have wanted.

Once I had reached a safe distance I turned back towards the house and stood breathing in the fresh morning air. It was at that moment I felt the rage seep into my blood, run through my veins and into my soul. I swore vengeance upon the girl who had killed my mother. I would find her and I would make her wish she had never been born. I turned and walked calmly away.

Dorothy Gale your heart will be mine!

Posted in Poetry

Butterfly

I am a caterpillar, I’m over hear on this green leaf. Please don’t come too close, I’m hiding from the bees.

I’ve camouflaged myself, so no one will disturb me, because all the other insects really terrify me.

I’m going to wrap myself into a warm cocoon, where I can safely sleep past the coming noon.

One day I hope to wake , but sadly I may not and I’ll remain here, where I will just rot.

If I do emerge a caterpillar I will no longer be. A beautiful big bright butterfly is now what you will see.

Instead of hiding here on this large green leaf, I will fly high, glorious and free.

Jigsaw.