Joshua Maggs
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Wowtigo
Little Tom ran to the front door of the house. The doorbell had just chimed its beautiful tune. He reached his hand up, turned the door handle and swung open the door. It’s almost as if the sun had deliberately shone down its rays of light onto the person standing in the entrance. It was Grandma.
By Joshua Maggs2 years ago in Fiction
The Man, the Cat and the Mouse
Throughout the old, cracking timber walls came the sound of a hurrying little mouse. Its tiny feet click-clacketing much louder than normal as the smell of a tasty cheese wafted through the air. The mouse scurried along the centre of the wall - jumping over fluff and dirt, a sock it dragged through earlier and a half-eaten piece of bread that was thieved from the floor of the kitchen. The mouse stopped. Its little heart racing as it heard the sounds of giant steps from the other side of the wall. Its tiny whiskers twitching here and there as the mouse turned its face toward the wall.
By Joshua Maggs2 years ago in Fiction
Speak. Top Story - October 2023.
The room was dim and quiet. Dust lay scattered on the windowsill as rain trickled down the glass of the lone window in the room. A tall lamp stood in the corner, with its large white lampshade lit from within with a warm white ambient light. The wooden floorboards aged from years of wear held the secrets of many before them. Two chairs sat in the middle of the room equally opposite from each other with a large rug that spanned from the door to the wall. A small table sat between the chairs with two glasses of water and a book, and a small burning tealight.
By Joshua Maggs2 years ago in Writers
The Cinnawarbler
‘There weren’t always dragons in the Valley!’ yelled Prince Shortbread as he looked back at the enormous double headed dragon chasing them both through the forest. ‘You don’t say?!’ shrieked Earl Brownie as he followed closely on his terrified stallion. The wind rushed past them both as they swiftly followed the trail to the edge of the woods. Suddenly one of the trees ahead, lit up a bright orange, as flames shot through the air and narrowly missed the crown on Prince Shortbread’s head. ‘Help me!’ yelled Prince Shortbread to Earl Brownie. ‘What do you want me to do?’ he yelled back. ‘Perhaps…’ he delayed for a moment, as his heart pounded in his chest and the horse picked up speed. ‘Perhaps… SLAY the dragon?’ he screamed as another burst of flames lit up the undergrowth next to him.
By Joshua Maggs4 years ago in Fiction
Silver Box
The morning sun shone through the lone window of the shack. The rays of light hit Oliver on the face, as he rolled over in frustration. Surely it wasn’t time to wake yet. The birds chirped away outside as they had done every morning. The fire had settled down after burning to provide heat and warmth throughout the night. Oliver sat up, rubbed his eyes and placed his feet on the floor. He went through his mental checklist. Put out fire. Check. Find something to eat. Check. Go find more wood. Must do. Put on gas mask. Check. He gathered his rack sack, bow and arrow and started to make his way through the forest towards the river. There was no means of any communication since the dreaded day ten years ago. He tried to not think about the events and memories of that time. He was only eight, and to be fair couldn’t remember a lot about what happened. It was the memory of his family that hurt the most.
By Joshua Maggs5 years ago in Fiction
Wonder
The room was empty and old. The floorboards had bowed in several places with a thick coating of dust covering the tops of the ancient timber. The windows were covered by heavy drapes which were drawn shut. The only light in the room came from a flickering fire, crackling away in the fireplace. The scent of burning wood drifted through the air as the smouldering embers ensured the continued warmth of the room.
By Joshua Maggs5 years ago in Futurism
