Moon Desert
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UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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Rocco watched for a long time as, in a slow-motion movie, his lover disappeared into the dangers of the night. She wasn’t a prostitute, but something about her demeanour usually made him think of her that way. The lingering sound of her high heels hitting the concrete pavement in steady rhythm seemed to mark the time for their next meeting. He could always hear it wherever he was: in the shower, at the gas station, or whilst waiting for his new customers and imagining that she could nimbly slip through the passenger door and sit next to him, unlike the rest of his clientele always taking seats in the back. Rocco often fantasised that they were making love in the backseat, although that never happened in mundane reality. The ability to dip his hands into her long, soft blonde hair made his heart tremble every time. And it had started so innocently that every time he remembered it, déjà vu would fill his eyes with tears.
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Fiction
Phenomenal Owl from the Abbey
The chickcharney (also known as the chickcharnie or chickcharnee) is a legendary creature in the folklore of Andros Island in the Bahama Islands. It is said to live in the forests, is furry or feathered, and about 3 feet (0.91 metres) tall, with an ugly appearance resembling an owl. In common legend, if a traveller meets a chickcharney and treats it well, they will be rewarded with good luck, while treating a chickcharney badly will result in bad luck and hard times. Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chickcharney [accessed 19/01/2022, 04:52]
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Fiction
Bird Cemetery. Top Story - January 2022.
News 16th July Story of the day Madame La Fayette led her daughter by the hand as she struggled to break free from her mother's tight grip. The little girl was dressed in a barn owl costume, ready for her first ever stage performance. She ruffled up her feathers from pieces of brown-orange fabric sewn into the carboard by her mother. Mia felt that these feathers could lift her up to the sky, and her mother was just pulling her into the ground, which was not a pleasant experience. The other children were disguised as different birds, tempting with the colours of their feathers: the furious blue, green, yellow, and orange of peacocks and parrots; grey of pigeons; the brown shade of sparrows; and the black intensity of ravens. All the kids were just as excited as they were on their first day of school, except this time the stake was much nicer and funnier.
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Fiction
What Henrietta Saw
Henrietta was still in bed. It was early morning on the Boxing Day. All the birds woke up in the forest, announcing their awakening with a volume and brightness equal to that of New Year's Eve fireworks. She rubbed her eyes from a dream she thought had haunted her last night, but a sharp glance at the bedside table immediately brought back memories. There were several books about nature and the forest under the blue Anglepoise lamp which she read endlessly until the door opened. Beside them lay a few presents carelessly wrapped in plain grey paper, staring curiously at the woman, as did her greyhound, freshly awakened and lured to his mistress’s bed.
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Fiction
