The beauty of 'being' should not be brushed aside... Wallflower /ˈwɔːlflaʊə/ noun An introverted soul with the magical disposition to see, to listen, and to quietly understand the kaleidoscopic vibrancy of the world in which they have taken root. A silent specimen inclined to bloom in the light of rare company and when the scent … Continue reading Greetings from a Quiet Bloomer
Ring
He stumbled amid the shifting obscurity of twisted shadowy boles. His breath was ragged with exhuastion; deep, violent intakes of air bathed his lungs in the suffocating fear of the feverish night. He felt his heart clawing to be released; the rising palpitations unleashing a pounding beast that could no longer be confined by the prison made bone and flesh. They were here, they were coming… How long would he be able to hide within a darkness that was theirs?
Body slamming against a nearby trunk, he felt his laboured breathing blazing a burning path through his chest. His eyes darted up to a hidden night sky, where a faint spectral moonlight emboldened the talons of the infinite forest. Eyes stung at the touch of the terror brew of sweat, blood, tears and grime. Blinking away the unfathomable fear, he looked around to find any escape. Any break between…
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Roasted
The tavern was a cacophonous symphony of drunken shouting and revelry. The noise ravaged any semblance of quiet that may have settled in the street its doors opened to; once inside, it threatened to deafen the patrons. Any sober man would wonder how the good spirit could exist when it was near impossible to hear … Continue reading Roasted
Tranquil
The wolf knelt on his haunches to drink from the lake, disturbing the peace with the thirsty plunge of his muzzle. The sharp intake of air and splash of water all but drowned the tranquil noises of the night as he forced torrents down his arid throat. Strange that the taste of blood never quenches … Continue reading Tranquil
Poisonous
A terrible gloom descended over the cavemouth as Tystnad made his way into the dark, blotting out the only source of light that made the brave act seem doable. Whether it was an omen of foreboding or simply a coincidental shift in the clouds, he felt his courage waver momentarily as he stared into the … Continue reading Poisonous
Actualisation in an Age of Lockdown – A Pandemic’s Hidden Symptom of Idleness and Self-evaluation
What defines us in an age of uncertainty? It is not so much a question, as it is a realisation that many have responded to throughout the world in action. As unprecedented times confront us with nothing but our own imagination, we are left to contemplate our worth in this unexpected solitude by revisiting the … Continue reading Actualisation in an Age of Lockdown – A Pandemic’s Hidden Symptom of Idleness and Self-evaluation
Ways of the Wallflower 