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Rumpled Silk Skin

Image from a collection of illusion art at www.alef.net

Image from a collection of illusion art at http://www.alef.net

The Queen regarded herself closely in the mirror.   Deep lines cut cruelly across traces of beauty as the Botox wore off again.

Gazing bitterly at cold creams and serums before her, she feared that rich men chose to marry younger women, like her only beautiful daughter.

The dead King had played away his fortune of gold thread, just as her father had gambled with her life.

It was time to make a bargain.

“What is the cost this time?” she asked, afraid.

The little man stood there, fingering rings into his chin hair.

“I think we said your firstborn child?”

By Anna Ghislena

In celebration of World Book Day this week the 100 Word Challenge here was prompted by the idea of giving alternative endings to traditional fairy tales.  Click to take part yourself!

99Fiction October competition winning entry – “Empty”

99Fiction.net is a social network for writers.  They hold monthly flash fiction competitions and this Sunday I received the unexpected news that I had won October’s competition!  Here is my winning piece.  I hope you enjoy it!

From: all-free-download.com

From: all-free-download.com


Since Lilly had grown too weak to carry on, finding her way back had been a relief.  The house had been “improved” since her youth, and cupboards, staircases and walls seemed misplaced; but with loving remembrance, retracing her path between rooms felt natural.

It was quiet though.  Her heart ached for her children; so much she could not sleep.  She had searched the garden for months, hoping to catch them into her arms once more.

Shrill voices stirred her restlessness, drawing her to the window.

“Look!  Is someone in my new bedroom Mummy?”

“No silly!  The house is empty!”

©Anna Ghislena 2013

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Fitting In

copyright: Jane Hewitt

copyright: Jane Hewitt

This was not “being good”.  Karl knew he had gone too far but was it “naughty”?

Endless boundaries, rules and consequences just blurred into time.  So many teachers, punishments, classroom corners and tell-tale-tits; “easily distracted” and “will not fit in”, meant what?  He was desperate.

Under the lake’s NO PADDLING sign, he had decided to do what they told him.  Presented with the struggling rabbit he had hurled it far into the stagnant stench.  All around, children’s giggles of nervous satisfaction alerted panic inside him.

Without thinking, he jumped, sinking into the velvet silt.  Surely, doing so, was “being good”?

©Anna Ghislena 2013

This fabulous photo was the prompt for the 100 WCGU over a Julia’s place this week.  To take part go to: http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week112/

Pavement Cafe

Original image from homegroup.org.uk

Original image from homegroup.org.uk

I’ve been sitting here awhile. 

My cup is empty. 

No matter, I like watching human traffic.

Foreign students chatter by.

Her!  She passes every day;

fresh long hair, a breezy skirt, so beautiful;

the picture of my love when I promised her the universe.

Now there’s a young man with determination in his stride;

his tie flapping across his chest; his briefcase full of ambition;

I remember those days, before this.

A fretful girl struggles with her double pram.   Are my children all grown up now?

As the world turns a dog sniffs my shoe.

Clink.  Silver hits my cup.  I salute you.

©Anna Ghislena 2013

This was another 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups .  To take part head for this link : http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week107/

All Good Gifts Around Us

“Congratulations!” beamed Mrs Taylor, “She mentioned another brother or sister but we didn’t realise it would be so soon!”

My mother looked behind her and back at the teacher who hurried the Assembly guests towards a generous array of vegetables, fruit and tins and gestured at seating arrangements with flapping hands.

Proud of the heavy bundle that I clutched in my arms; tenderly wrapped in cot blankets, I didn’t want to part with it.

“Come now, let me help,” coaxed mother, “be careful not to drop.”

There!  The biggest marrow on display!

“When can we have another baby?” I asked.

©Anna Ghislena 2013

The prompt from Julia Skinner’s blog for the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups this time was “Harvest”.  If you fancy taking part go here: