Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by MC Dalton and was part of our 2017 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “No, Calliope Jane, stop!” Matilda’s voice raced across the heavens and washed over her like a flurry of Autumn leaves. Calliope staggered back from the edge, her hands gripping the soft…
It always rained on the TV when there was a funeral. But not in real life, not on that day, the first day of the darkest days of his life.
The sun shone bright as diamonds forcing the handful of grownups present to don their sunglasses and search for shade in the stark dust ridden cemetery. It burned down on his head, mocking him with fake happiness.
Six-year-old Toby Mikkleson stood alone beside the large hole which cradled the wooden box inside which his mother lay. Summer gusts sprinkled red sand on his well-worn trainers and blew even more up his nose. Tears ran streaks down his chubby little cheeks and his belly ached with loneliness.
Behind him stood the lady who had brought him from the children’s home. She was tall and cold. Cold like Mamma’s hand when he’d held it that night. He remembered her eyes as their light faded taking any hope of a good life with it.
This story is by MC D’Alton and was part of our 2017 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the Spring Writing Contest stories here. Well here I am. Stuck, quite literally, in a hole, in the middle of the bush. Not just any hole, but a narrow muddy dug out, used to trap elephants….
The heavens give way to indigo and orange at the edge of the world. Their dim glow announcing a new day and calls to the hornbill and the Zebra. The bush stirs and the mighty lion yawns loud and true.
A soft breeze picks up carrying on its wings a melody. A tune heard only by the chosen one. It is the song of the Naming Tree and it beckons to a heart.
