Linear? No way!
Time is quantum do you see?
Past, present, future…
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Jo Darrall
A Geordie with a love for the fantastical, a penchant for creating works of art in different mediums & an accent obsessive who thought that perhaps dipping her tootsies into the written word might be a nice addition to her creative outlets.
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
nicely said.
Powerful few words 🙂❤️
You got some really big and great ideas in here. Well done :)