Fractional Fictions

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Wednesday 16 January 2013

The wings of hope beat fiercely in the cold face of reality

Posted by Ponti at 23:28

Static in the Rain

Standing still in time -Motion blur all around her- Chin facing skyward Mascara tracks weave webs Across her porcelain skin Driving rain bea...
Sunburnt Lips

Sunburnt lips Tingling, as though they've been kissed
Remasked, reventure

The smell of new leather permeates the warm, heavy air. Dusk is starting to settle across the horizon, casting an orange glow through the vo...
Look to the sky

Look to the sky - The stars hold the wisdom Of a million shining souls. Twinkling eyes from heaven All knowing All understanding Cleansing t...
Desbear

He gazed out of the window into the summer’s day beyond his grasp. “How long have I been here?” He thought in his thick British accent. “...
woman in glass - reprise

She stands in the darkness, pretending not to see me. Always looking out of the corner of her eye. Always there, always mocking. She raises ...
you smile

Hearts and minds can ache in equal measure, and a face can still smile. A smile which is at odds with the emotion that it is supposed t...
Burghers of Calais, London

A cold breeze whistled through the castle doors, ruffling the curtains and whipping her hair. Goose bumps crept enticingly across her flesh...
you love me to the car

Carried away on tears, Drop, drop, dropping, Into a river of sadness. Lifted across sadness, And dragged through despair, The tears carry o...
the wings of hope

The wings of hope beat fiercely in the cold face of reality