Shaun Beswarick
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Husband. Father. Christian. INFJ. Nutritionist. Writer. Did I miss anything?
Stories (8)
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The Aquarium
Her face reflected in the glass as fish swam by in their courses. Brightly coloured and abundant in variety, but they could not steal her gaze. She watched as a tear ran down her face, the shadowed image did enough to convey reality, albeit, magnifying sadness.
By Shaun Beswarick3 years ago in Fiction
Embers
He kept his head just behind the shadow at the cave’s entrance. A gentle breeze disturbed the dust as some of it rose to catch the last rays of light from the setting sun which also reflected in his golden eyes. It was almost time. Soon he would be here and a short time after that, well, then it would truly be over. Ardon sighed and lay his head down on his front paws. He was tired. Thoughts of taking flight, of running from the imminent battle had found enough strength to allow his mind to entertain the possibility, but the brave idea lost momentum as quickly as it grew. He sighed again but this time it was a memory rather than the future which filled his thoughts.
By Shaun Beswarick3 years ago in Fiction
Cage
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As she looked fearfully out of the port-side window from her confinement pod, Ella may have begged to differ. It is a whole different story when the scream is inside your own head – one born from a wasted opportunities and now, a rising regret. She leaned her head against the cold metal wall as a tear made its way down her cheek. Earth was lost to her now, forever.
By Shaun Beswarick3 years ago in Fiction
Lions
She could barely hear them, and her eyes were far too heavy to open, so she tuned in to the sound of their voices, fighting the overwhelming urge to let go, to slip away. Two men? Yes, she could make out two above the…other noise, which for the moment, was not a priority to her failing senses.
By Shaun Beswarick3 years ago in Fiction
Jessica
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I edged closer, minding my steps in the darkness, and as I peered through the glass, there she was. Fear rose inside me, but my gaze could not be averted from hers. The dancing flame from the candle shifted the shadows on her face. Voices from classmates, distant and somehow stifled by the growing darkness rested in my ears. I wanted to reach out to them but she…
By Shaun Beswarick4 years ago in Fiction
Polly's House
The house had grown old, dark and all traces of life it once embraced had been lost to the relentless march of time. Within its walls were painted faces, dressed in all manner of glamour, where each was made to dance and take their place in a story to be told.
By Shaun Beswarick4 years ago in Fiction
Gentle Stream
Her feet stepped lightly, gingerly, as she made her way slowly down the slight embankment towards the gentle flowing stream below. Occasionally, she would pause to listen, to sense, for sounds that would indicate danger. The forest was normally quiet this time of the day and it was probably instinct that led her to this spot with some regularity. Despite the place being somewhat familiar to her, the ability to reflect upon that was not something with which she had been naturally endowed; but being alert and aware of sounds was.
By Shaun Beswarick4 years ago in Fiction
