The Enchanted Forest

‘Have I ever told you I used to be a fairy?’  The children looked at her incredulously.  ‘Of course I used to be a fairy, how else could I have lived in an enchanted forest?’  ‘What’s an enchanted forest, Miss?’ ‘Oh, didn’t you know? An enchanted forest is where dreams come to life and where

One place, three stories

This is how a short story begins, with an image in mind. My 7 words stories for this photograph look something like this: You asked me to marry you here. Just one more look before I jump. Adiós querido José, tus cenizas quedarán aquí.

On the run

I had to run on these beaten sea side paths. Had to make sure he was not following me. I finally escaped the terror after weeks of being kept in captivity. When I look back of things, he seemed such a nice guy. But looks can be deceiving. I need help. I see someone fishing

Shine

Rise towards blue sky Feel the sun warming you up Get ready to shine.

Last minute inspiration

The wind brakes to a whistle, It pierces my faceThere’s no room for silence, There’s no sweet embrace. I’m left in the coldI’d rather be in a wineryA bottle of wine to holdAnd a nice view of the scenery.

Hide

She saw him, but knew better.

How do you do it?

Jogging at the crack of dawn is exhilarating. The joy I get from my footsteps hitting the sand and the quiet surf of the sea. It brings me peace. Gets me ready for the day. Or at least it used to. Nowadays, nothing brings me joy anymore. Everything seems bleak and uninspiring. My inspiration, my

The lights

The night falls over the town and the shadows grow bigger, swallowing the last light. The miracle comes when you wait and adjust your eyes. The longer you stay in the dark, the brighter the lights become. I like the dark, makes me admire the light. And tonight those lights are spectacular. It’s like a

Graffiti

‘Mummy, can I play over there, in the Disney castle?’, Maggie asked eagerly ready to go ahead and pretend to be a princess. ‘Sure darling, go ahead.’, her mother replied, transfixed by the graffiti in front of her. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Why did he choose this place? The irony in it all. She

The storm

It’s the peace before the storm. Clouds are gathering in the sky, even the birds seem restless, leaving their nests, flying away. Only the rocks don’t care. No matter how many storms will come, the waves won’t move them away. Rocks are here to stay. Jeremy looks at this scenery and contemplates for a while.