I spend so much time daydreaming I figured I should start writing it down.
Spring. There is a magic in lost and abandoned things. But children were the saddest. The morning sun dappled itself softly across the grass, playing with the dew. Wildflowers bloomed in every colour. Clustered like gossiping youths across the small clearing. Petals of spotted pink and yellow climbed up the trunks of nearby trees. Each specimen ancient and extinct. Their gnarled roots a haven for lost animals discarded things alike. I rested in the sun. Enjoying the new warmth of the weak light.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But you could hear the whales. Named after beasts that swam in the oceans of Old Earth. A planet long since lost the ravages of war and time. Their calls reverberated through the floor of the ship. Plumes of interstellar dust glittered as the whales played in the nebula. It reminded me of ocean spray. They absorbed all the light behind them. Like someone had taken the universe and cut out a whale shaped hole. In the darkness of space, they were invisible. But here they decided to play in front of the multicoloured light.
- Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
A Hop, Skip, And A Universe Away.Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” he said, in what was sure to be one of the worst pick-up lines of all time. But I let him talk. It took a confident man to walk up to a woman with the line, have you heard about the dragons? I didn’t want to dash it too soon. I took another swig of the brandy from my now half empty bottle. The rest of the amber liquid sung through my veins.
Staring at a grey wall. That’s what I was doing. That’s what I had been doing for hours, perhaps weeks. It felt like months. I’d memorized every crack, every undulation in plaster, every blemish in the paint, and still, the page in front of me stayed resolutely blank.