Sometimes it was just too tempting to sit, huddled in her soft cotton pyjamas, a steaming cup of tea clasped between her fingertips. When she shouted like that it was the only thing Gillian could think to do. Retreat under the covers, close the curtains, turn the television up loud, block the sound. But she … More Free from this
She smiles at me and whispers softly in my ear, With such a gentle touch, she pulls me close, And holds me there until there nothing else, And as we sway, her soft skin becomes coarse, And her grip becomes cold, so tightly wound, I can’t breathe. I can’t think. She’s smiling still, a look … More Her Shadow
She was there again. Sitting on the bench in her white dress. The woman who only exists in the corner of my eye. But when I looked again, she had left, and perched on the top of the wooden, carved back sat a beautiful barn owl. It stood so still, a ruffle of brown golds, looking … More The owl
I was standing on a balcony. It was not somewhere I had not seen before, yet it felt familiar. There was no breeze and the air felt sticky with heat. I looked out towards the fading sun, the mountains. Just beyond the horizon lay a large factory, thick smoke choking out from its slim grey chimneys. It made … More The Factory
I laugh and smile with the rest, because that’s what we do. But when the door shuts, when the blinds fall down, I shed the mask entirely. Pull it from my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my chin. It pinches a little, but it was peeling already, little flakes of my facade crumbling away to … More Deafening Silence
Hello fellow bloggers/readers 🙂 My piece for The Writer’s Arena is up! If you like short stories, please do read and vote for my piece “Forever”! Link: http://thewritersarena.com/forever-by-bethan-grylls Many thanks and I hope you enjoy! Xx
Writing this makes life seem real again. I can’t be alone anymore, you understand? Whether my words soak into the sea or your eyes. I had to say goodbye.