Very short stories (1)

No. 1

It was one of those grey days, most days are in November.

Visitors are always surprised that this is the constant. “So when will the sun come out?” I don’t have the heart to tell them it will be months. As soon as the clocks fall back the world feels quieter, sooner. There is something about summer that feels; busy, pressured.

I wonder if this is something only I feel, no one else I meet is excited for winter. In fact, they dread it.

I feel the call to hibernate, re-set, sleep in without guilt. I can cover up and hide behind my clothes.

Maybe what I love is hiding behind winter.

No. 2

The want to be perceived and unknown have always been a duality many struggle with. Poets, writers - the creative being is a sensitive one. Desperate to create - yet scared of our creations.

When we read the words of others on paper, hear their lyrics, see their brushstrokes we meet them with admiration, love and care - never judgement. So why judge ourselves so harshly?

We are all artists, so create and share.

No. 3

He watched the rain behind the pain of glass.

Despite everything he felt he should be grateful to not be outside in the rain. Warm in a house of his own.

But the life he had built didn’t feel like his, it was empty. He wanted to tear it all down and start again.

How did he end up with all the trappings of a perfect life - yet so detached.

It turns out you can’t run from how you feel by existing as you think you should - not as you want.

When you ignore your creative want, the voice becomes louder until you can’t ignore it.

Ms ASK