Susan Marshall

Joined February 2021

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Bio

Susan Marshall is a contemporary Australian author, theatre practitioner and the founder of Story Playscapes. Her works: "Fleur of Yesterday," "All the Hope We Carry,", "Adira and the Dark Horse" and "Bare Spirit" are available globally.

Stories (12/0)

Tace's Lost Spirit
Tace stands knee deep in the waters of her youth. She can feel the familiar rhythm of the waves as they crest and fall, surrounding her with their symphony.
By Susan Marshallabout a year ago in Fiction
Heart's Land
Lateisha’s eyes scan the river bank, heart aching at its water scarcity. A single tear rolls down her cheek and she swipes at it frustratedly.
By Susan Marshallabout a year ago in Poets
Stay
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. In this new world, the scream I hear is silent. It leads me back to you.
By Susan Marshall2 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Breath
Inhaling a breath, the wind freezes with a chill that shakes its bones. Surveying the land, its eyes water, as they rest upon the tree of ash.
By Susan Marshall2 years ago in Poets
Peonies for Masha
Stepping gently across a blanket of fallen peony petals, Masha’s bare feet tingle as she dances to the precious sound of a lullaby drifting through the wind. Raising her arms, she pirouettes with her eyes facing the break of a new day.
By Susan Marshall2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Magic
My eyes open and I am awake. I am lying flat on my back in the middle of a pavement. A storm has rolled in, hitting with clashes of silver and blue. Rain drops hit my skin fiercely like sharp stones. I can feel the stinging pain of cuts across my arms and legs.
By Susan Marshall3 years ago in Fiction
Is Summer Still Aglow Within Thy Heart?
Is summer still aglow within thy heart? We captured the last sun rays as they fell. Promising our warm hearts never to part,
By Susan Marshall3 years ago in Poets
My Nature Spirit
Sunrise greets my soul, its golden rays warming the depths of my being. Actively present, I am alert to the energy
By Susan Marshall3 years ago in Poets
Gail's Red Horizon
I can see her across the water, standing alone. Her red hair is blowing fiercely in the wind, long strands flicking in the air. Her striking, blue eyes are wide open and staring ...
By Susan Marshall3 years ago in Futurism
A Day Spent ...
Do the jewels of evening light shine upon my eyes, which droop heavily with fatigue from a day's age? The sun set not long ago, along with the burning jour,
By Susan Marshall3 years ago in Poets
Grandpa Ben's Mysterious Notebook
My very mysterious Grandpa Ben brought magic to our lives one day. He travelled a long way to see us, carrying only a small black notebook.
By Susan Marshall3 years ago in Poets
Paper Jilu
The tall, wrought iron gate is open. It is the first time in two years that Jilu wishes to share her imagination with me again.
By Susan Marshall3 years ago in Futurism

Susan Marshall

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Tace's Lost Spirit

Heart's Land

Stay

Winter's Breath

Peonies for Masha

Hidden Magic

Is Summer Still Aglow Within Thy Heart?

My Nature Spirit

Gail's Red Horizon

A Day Spent ...

Grandpa Ben's Mysterious Notebook

Paper Jilu

Stories (12/0)