I love to dream and let my mind drift off into new worlds and characters.
With the use of this platform, I plan to practice the gift and artform of storytelling.
The house grew awfully quiet as if it was aware of the danger lurking within its walls. The prowler had waited until night had fallen to creep through an unlocked window near the fire escape. I caught sight of his dark attire lurking in the main hallway before I quickly retreated to the confines of the nearest unlocked room.
The Interrupted Nap
Hopping onto the sofa, I secured a spot on the recently laundered throw that I had decided to claim as my own. Compared to the textured carpet I had mistaken for some form of grass on a previous occasion, lounging now on the soft velour blanket was a significant upgrade.
The Waiting List
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Peace and warmth enveloped the young woman as she observed the sunrise. Leaves bristled in the wind; the forest’s foliage was a stunning shade of burnt autumn colours. Her vision began to blur, becoming unfocused as she tried to discern the features of the birds perched on the tree branches in the distance.
Thieving had become a necessity for me. The successful execution of a robbery and the subsequent adrenaline rush of not getting caught were addictive. To be fair, I had tried to kick the habit. On numerous occasions, I had taken up hobbies such as crocheting, guitar playing and pottery. However, these various distractions were inevitably unfulfilling and short-lived. I could never quite alleviate the itch to steal as it had taken a permanent hold on me.
The King of Cards
The sound of the deck of cards being shuffled in my hands captivated the audience as I performed a spring flourish. “Pick a card, any card.” A curious young girl approached pointing at the card of her choice. Her eyes wandered to the slanted hat propped atop my head. I ran a hand across the stubble of my beard, a subtle distraction to dupe my admirers. I gave her a secretive wink and put on a crooked smile. My nimble fingers never gave a trick away.