The Weeping Mist
Link: Read full story here (~1450 words)
Some of the people of Ash Forest could see the sky that day. The dark clouds seemed to have descended on the tips of the birch trees and were now thinning away. These people had been waiting for years to see the sun. Wandering aimlessly amongst the thick grey trees, they had forgotten the feeling of warmth. Stretched arms, withered by the morning winds, reached for glimpses of light.
This is a story about children saving their grandparents from being forgotten. In a world separated by efficiency, there is no room for the inefficient. Children, grown-ups and the elderly each have their own district, according to their purpose in society.
The children in the Blue District live in care homes, waiting for a visiting ticket from their labouring parents in the Green District. The Violet District is the place to retire, knit, paint and drink tea. Two stone bridges connect the three areas. Little do people know, however, that a third bridge exists, hidden from curious eyes. Those crossing it go to be forgotten forever.
Link: Flash Fiction
Flash fiction pieces are stories shorter than 1000 words. They help me convey focused plots through relatable characters. My style is usually dystopian, fantasy or philosophical. Here are the separate titles, for ease of access.
I write thoughts about life in essays from time to time. These writings are usually inspired by life events, artwork and people. They reflect my view on the world and often have a fantastical or lyrical touch. Here are the separate titles, for ease of access.