Gillian Pegg

Joined July 2021

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Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Petals of a SunflowerRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
It was the scent of oranges that usually did it. Made me think of him. Of that window with the sage shutters, the curtains like feathers in the breeze.
By Gillian Pegg4 months ago in Fiction
Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Terracotta ShardsRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
“Have you ever wondered what it felt like?” The question hangs in the air, ringing in my ears like reverberating metal. I blow out a puff of silver cigarette smoke, and it swirls away into the night sky.
By Gillian Pegg4 months ago in Fiction
Once More
Orla had never been late for her morning walk. Not in 52 years. She shut the whitewashed cottage door with a muffled thud. Down the front garden path she went, the scent of late roses brushing against her. The early morning light was still grey, the bleak light before the bright burst of sunrise.
By Gillian Pegg5 months ago in Fiction
The Four C's
Cut It can hurt. Even when you think you’re past it. Even when you think you’ve built your armor up to be strong enough. One word, one slippery word can get through. Like a poison tipped arrow, like the clever fangs of an asp. One word, and it is as if the armor you built turns to ashes on the wind. And there you stand, as if naked before the world. The things you worry about, the things you dislike, there for all to see.
By Gillian Pegg5 months ago in Humans
True Hearts
I am the forest. I am the twisting branches that curl into sharp hands in the dark. I am the cawing raven with stretched wings toward the stars. I am the long shadow that follows through the trees. I am the spider that twists her web.
By Gillian Pegg6 months ago in Fiction
A Rare Bird
England, 1510 “The eight of cups.” Margery says, laying the card flat before me. I look to her eyes, hoping they’ll tell me if that’s a good sign or not. But they only show concentration. She was always good at putting up a mask.
By Gillian Pegg7 months ago in Fiction
Blackthorn and Grim's Dalriada
Deep in a mystical wood, among thorny brambles and still pools, there is a thatched cottage. The front path is always swept clean, it’s garden borders neat and orderly. Inside the cottage, it smells of peppermint and chamomile and lavender.
By Gillian Pegg8 months ago in Geeks
Castle by the Sea
The decrepit stone cottage stood at the edge of the cliff like a bird in her nest overlooking the shoreline below. It had a sloping, uneven roof and peeling, tightly closed shutters. The ivy growing wildly along the walls had interlaced itself right over the door.
By Gillian Pegg10 months ago in Fiction
Second Place in SFS 8: Pear Tree Challenge
The Last of the Winter PearsSecond Place in SFS 8: Pear Tree Challenge
My nona once looked at the lines on my palm and said fate could not touch me. "It means, dear one," she whispered, "that you are outside the pattern. You must make your own path."
By Gillian Pegg10 months ago in Fiction
Swan Song
When the sun turns orange over the hill, I watch the swans. Every morning, they fly in swift as the wind, silent and soft. For a time, there was only two. Then their number grew to four, then down to three, then back to two again.
By Gillian Pegg11 months ago in Fiction
The Hearthkeeper
When the howling wind rattles my little apartment window, I know it’s calling me. We fae were never meant to live in cities, my mother always said. We are forest creatures. The life in our bones is the same as that of the stones beneath the hills. Our breath is the wind, our blood is the river.
By Gillian Pegg11 months ago in Fiction