New at ABCtales : When She Sang

First, she sang me the song of mornings, giving the sun a tune to rise to. Weaving the words of the day around the early hours as the trees, hills and the day grew out of the morning mists. Then she sang us a love song, using up a few hours of the morning asContinue reading “New at ABCtales : When She Sang”

Sometimes We Forget

Of course, we forgot. Forgetting is so easy, except for those things we do not want to forget. Even now, after all these years, us older ones cannot forget those times, or what came after. Now, though, there is so much to remember, and – well – sometimes, we forget. Susan must have forgotten, that’sContinue reading “Sometimes We Forget”

The Others

The mornings were cold, dark and slow. Jenna felt a reluctance to leave the warmth of her bed and shuffle out into the cold and dark, especially now. She knew she was safe, for now, inside the house. But she didn’t know how long it would last. The Others, out there, were learning, or remembering,Continue reading “The Others”

A Floating Freedom

A Floating Freedom There are exceptions to all this. There are ways to break free From the hold of this world. A chance to step out into the sky And live among the clouds. A floating freedom taken on the wing. To go only where the winds go. Then – at night – a chanceContinue reading “A Floating Freedom”

When the Nights Grew Too Long

The nights are too long now. There was a time when the nights were short, over with too soon. There was a time when the morning came long before we were ready to meet it. Those were the nights when we came together and stayed in each other’s arms as though clinging together against theContinue reading “When the Nights Grew Too Long”

The Witching Hour

It wasn’t what she expected. But then she was twenty-five now. She’d learnt that whatever you expected, what tended to turn up wasn’t it. Sheena had, long ago, given up on magic. She knew the world didn’t work like that. She’d given up on it as more or less the same time she’d given upContinue reading “The Witching Hour”

Sharing

Sharing It all begins again, once more we find Ourselves still waiting, wondering if this Is where it will remain or what will change. It happens slowly and carefully now As though we’re making something newly bright And precious out of these once empty words. The time around us turns upon itself Always on theContinue reading “Sharing”

The Numbers of the Beasts

They are out there, the creeping things. A smell blows in on the breeze, a smell of corruption, of rotten meat, of beast. A smell of creatures long lost to memory, but still lurking there, waiting to return. No-one knows where they came from. Some talk of conspiracies and experiments. Others look at the skyContinue reading “The Numbers of the Beasts”

The Door Out of Her Dreams

There used to be a way back. There used to be some way out for her. Sometimes it was a struggle to break free and escape, but up until now, there had always been a way out. Now, though, Sondra could not find the key that would unlock the door and let her out ofContinue reading “The Door Out of Her Dreams”

Stepping off the Path

Stepping off the Path I lost my way. I stepped right off the path And stumbled down, so deep into the dark, Into that forest where I’ve seen the creatures You’ve heard all crying in the heart of night And tearing fear out from the darkness hiding So much of this our possible bright worldContinue reading “Stepping off the Path”

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