by Sharon | magica
Multi-lingual voices chattered around me as I walked through the doors, children exclaiming at the exhibits, the sound of cameras clicking all distracted me from the artefacts I had come to see. I found a space to the side of the room and closed my eyes, attempting to...
by Sharon | magica
Multiple suspicious disappearances from one small area of town and not one solid lead or decomposing body. Grant stared at the board, sixteen pairs of eyes glared back. Accusing, pleading, wanting justice. But how could he provide justice if there was no trail, no...
by Sharon | magica
Error. My life seemed to be a constant mistyped URL leading to a 404. Paige not found. I giggled to myself at the pun. But still it was frustrating. Picking up my cello I began practising the intricate fingering required for my show piece. Notes slid gently from the...
by Sharon | magica
Endings. Change wrapped in expectation, tied with a bow of sadness. Take the gift with thanks and a smile, it’s for the best you’ll see. Slowly pull the ribbon, untie the knot of pain and grief. Embrace the experience. Easier to say than do, but do you...
by Sharon | magica
This is from a comment over on Google+ a while ago. Not sure when or how it will end at the moment. Maybe I should open it up to suggestions from my readers? Drella softly scratched her well-filed fingernail across the guard’s cheek. She felt the quiver of terror and...
by Sharon | magica
Suspended in the silence of my inner self bubbles of thoughts float freely. Waiting. At peace, curled up and comfy, I close my eyes and observe the bubbles being buoyed along on the waves of quiet. Rainbow colours softly swirl their surfaces, the fluid movements...
