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Bel Mellor
Stories (4/0)
The Chronicles of Verspania pt.4
The next morning, Iris visited Time to return one of her books she had borrowed. It was called The Flight of The Purple Doves and it was about a group of rebels who overthrow a tyrant in a magical world. It wasn’t the type of book Iris usually enjoyed but it was Time’s favourite so Iris finally gave in and read it. Through the meadow and past the blackberry thickets, Iris made her way to the cottage. She pushed open the garden gate and knocked twice on the unlocked door to announce herself. Unlike normal, she couldn’t hear Time busy in the kitchen or fiddling around with her clocks. The cottage was ghostly quiet and Time was nowhere to be seen. Iris heard a quiet sobbing coming from Time’s bedroom. It was a small room, which was painted a periwinkle blue and was covered in bookshelves and it had a small wardrobe and desk in the left hand corner. The desk chair was facing the bed and Time was curled up in a small ball on it. She had tears streaming down her face and her sleeves were soggy from wiping her tears away. Iris dropped the book and ran over to her. Time didn’t acknowledge Iris’ arrival until she sat on the bed opposite her. She pulled her close and held her in her arms like a small child. Helpless with nowhere to go to. Time let herself be held in Iris’ arms. It felt odd as Iris was so much younger yet so mature. When Iris asked what was wrong, Time slowly pointed to a crumpled photograph on the bedside table.
By Bel Mellor3 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Verspania
Beneath the blanket of space in the sky, an 8 year-old girl lay underneath a barn skylight, looked up into the stars and listened to a bedtime story. The girl lay surrounded by itchy hay and a thick woollen blanket sat over her body as little Iris’ mother began to tell a story of magic, mystery and wonder.
By Bel Mellor3 years ago in Fiction