Ciara McGregor

Joined February 2021

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Bio

Creator of micro fiction for the easily distracted!

Imagination prompts and fantasy ideas

Stories (8/0)

A galaxy of gold and tulle
One thing I have always loved, more than anything, is making a beautiful outfit with my own hands. The feeling of silk rippling through my fingers as I pin it to the form is an escape from my busy day-to-day.
By Ciara McGregor12 months ago in Motivation
The cliffside.
The sun was cruel against my skin that day My self and I sat by the broken wall the wind pulled my skirt, begging me to play
By Ciara McGregor12 months ago in Poets
My Mothers Daughter.
My mother taught me many things. She taught me to cook a warm meal. She taught me to sew and mend. She taught me that knowledge is the most important gift.
By Ciara McGregor12 months ago in Poets
The first time she kissed me
I have never seen someone so bright in the night sky, she seemed to glow like the moon herself Bringing the whiskey to my lips, I tried to shake off the cold
By Ciara McGregorabout a year ago in Poets
A Daughters Revenge
Saoirse winced as the paper cuts began to bleed. In the dim light, she looked around at the piles of printed emails. Small drops of blood fell onto the papers beneath her.
By Ciara McGregorabout a year ago in Criminal
Ghosts of days long gone
The crunch of gravel and slamming car doors put Victoria on high alert. 'It should be the second room on the left, Annabelle,' a deep voice boomed. The scuffing of shoes brought her attention to the door, where a young girl ran into the room carrying a large box. Unceremoniously dumping it on the floor, Annabelle looked around and sniffed, displeased with the dated appearance of the room. Victoria gasped as Annabelle viciously pulled a large sheet of wallpaper off the wall, letting it fall in a crumpled pile on the floor, sending up clouds of dust. Victoria glared at the girl, her eyes turning icy… and the temperature of the room plummeted. She had only just arrived, and she was already destroying things… as expected. Annabelle shouted, "Mum fix the thermostat! It's freezing up here!". Rolling her eyes, Victoria turned, and with a swish of her long skirts, strode past the girl towards the hall, slamming the door behind her. She heard a yelp of fright and took pleasure at the thought of the girl's horrified face when the door appeared to shut of its own accord.
By Ciara McGregorabout a year ago in Horror
Don't trust the shadows
There had been over two dozen sightings by late April. A tall, dark figure, just outside the corner of one's eye. The mere presence of a shadow. Reporters had mocked. The police had laughed. Those who claim they saw someone- something- were ridiculed and shunned. But everyone began to believe after the first body showed up.
By Ciara McGregorabout a year ago in Horror
The clicking in the mirrors
From the beginning, they had warned her. In one of her earlier trips to the town, she had introduced herself, and shared her plans for the renovation of the mansion. The townsfolk had muttered to each other, shooting her worried looks. She had laughed, brushing away their concerns, summing it up to resisting change. she was not laughing now.
By Ciara McGregorabout a year ago in Horror