Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Vignette: Into the land of the unknown

and then she melted
on the bed, her hands circling
the pillow while her mind drifts
away into the land of unicorns
and magic wands
and cotton dreams

pixies dance to an unknown
melody, strange yet familiar
soft duh-dums getting louder
at every second — alas!
it was the steady sound
of her heart all along

Day 3 of NaPoWriMo. I miss feeling dreamy like this. It’s been a while. 🌻💛🥺

Magical Innocence


Magical Innocence
Childrens Fiction

People fear me. Footsteps quickened whenever trekkers pass by.

Yet, a child’s innocence is magical. Most often, they’re valiant warriors throwing pebbles at my window, playfully screaming, “THE WITCH ON THE FOOTHILL IS REAL! RUUUUUN!”

Once, a little girl braved knocking on my doorstep. She came up in her yellow dress, demanding, “Are you a witch?”

“Am I?” I asked.

She looked at me with watchful eyes, traced the stonewalls with her little fingers then said, “No. You’re not… Witches live in huts, you live in stones. I think you’re a caveman. A cavewoman!”

And that just made my day.

Word Count: 100

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Piya Singh. Thank you!

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