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
You know something? Life sucks. When you’re lace deep in mud, you know it ain’t gonna get any better. This is it. A toe poking through my mouth, a ripped tongue, worn to the sole, nothing like them others. The fancy heels. The boots she shines. I think I was blue once? I’m kinda grey … More Old Trainers
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 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.
I opened my eyes and looked up to the dark grey clouds. They sparked, electric flashing through their shifting, smoky cells. The hedges of the maze were rotting, only a few crumbling brown leaves remained amongst the twisted thistles, and as I entered its dark chasm, the branches slithered together like brown snakes and into … More Out Loud Part 2