What I’m Reading I’ve really enjoyed Accidental Magic by Iris Beaglehole recently. It’s the start of a series, and can be described as Gilmore Girls mixed with Charmed style mystery with sarcastic main characters. It will really make you want to live in their town and get to know these characters. Get it here: amazon.com/dp/B09SK43S2K …
The series will be complete with the third book! After a very last minute name change (which wasn’t at all stressful), Murmurs of Magic is ready to reveal! I am so excited to share with you the third episode of Hazel’s adventures in Dunedin, New Zealand. More workplace shenanigans, more romance with the hot neighbour, …
Tonight she read a book in bed. Folded herself under cool silks and sought out creatures in shady nooks and crowned herself in anemone and galloped free along the stream, wind caressing her cheeks, dangled fingers in the blue and kicked off her shoes, running barefoot in the grass instead. Most nights, she falls hard asleep. …
I knew it was over when he told me to get away from the grill. Well, he didn’t so much tell me as dig an elbow into my side, while gliding smoothly between me and the sizzling plate, as easily as the chunks of beef had slid onto the skewers this morning. His hair was …
Breath-taking! A marvel! The men in uniform removed their spectacles and admired our village; the trunk, extending from the sky. The roots spread heavy, protective limbs over our crumbling stones and stabbed into the ground. After they had moved in, I got to know their names; Captain Richard, Josiah Butcher and the others. They crouched …
This is a wee morsel in response to Fandango’s prompt, Free. Bryce didn’t know why people thought him dense. He preferred not to ponder it too much. He was too busy, trying to get the lady from downstairs out – as quickly as possible. “I hope a mug is alright.” He muttered. One day, …
Jimmy decided not to jump, that is all he knew for sure. He had stepped back from the edge. He would stop drinking this time. Now, he shivered at the top of the cliff. The ledge was only a metre of crumbling clay below his feet. Don’t look down. He wrenched himself up over the …
Our atoms won’t sync Like Tetris blocks The dropping and hit; Won’t fit, the spokes Can’t find their slots Timing’s off Until we let it flow between Liquefying space so we Ebb, return and Swell, recede Ever drawn and Wash away. Via Fight – Novus Levtio’s daily prompt
Silence. Well, not really. The dog’s ears are pricked, alert for the scrabble of rodents in the roof. A lonely possum calls. The fire cracks and I catch my breath. The echo of hot words stirs again like the spoon in my fingers. The baby sleeps for now. I lean in, reach out, sensing only …
He found her outside, pegging pants like he counted clients. He longed to sell himself to her. She curled her toes into the grass and watched clouds scudding to the finish. How much did you get done today? Enough, and she stretched to pin up his smalls. Success for her was sunshine hours. The door …