Legend Of The House.

The legend of the house was a tale told by local youth to scare their peers.

The bloody handprint on the window- calling card of the wicked. Of the sick. Entering the house, he could see straight away that there had been trouble in the hallway, which was the first thing one saw when they entered the house. Long abandoned was the house, built in the early 1900s and occupied until the 60s, where dark legends had surrounded it from local youth with the intent to scare,...Read On




“Don’t wait up for me,” mom said, slamming the door behind her before she could finish her sentence, her voice muffled from the other side. I sighed and grabbed the bag of popcorn from the microwave, the corners hot on my fingers. Muttering under my breath, I tore open the bag and upended it into a bowl, a waft of popcorny, buttery steam hitting me in the face. The movie started as I sat...Read On


The Secret Life of Mrs Faulkner - Chapter One

How well do you really know someone?

Cruel World: He was vaguely aware of someone entering the room and the sounds they were making, how they were disturbing the peace he had created for himself, interrupted his little world and penetrated the barrier that he had built to keep people out.  "Tom?" the female voice asked, though to him it sounded distant and far away.  Go away, God dammit , he thought angrily, just leave...Read On


The Secret Life of Mrs Faulkner - Chapter Two

How well can you claim to know someone?

Missing Pieces: "Mr. Faulkner," the man said. "My name is Michael Bennett, and I was your wife's lover." Tom stood there, stock still, wondering if he had heard correctly. Michael Bennett looked at Tom oddly, questioning whether he had heard at all. He cleared his throat again to speak, but Tom interrupted him.  "Mr. Bennett, you have ten seconds to get off my property before I inflict...Read On


The Secret Life Of Mrs Faulkner - Chapter Three

Lonely: With his good hand, Tom raised his glass and drank deeply. Blergh! He thought, making a face. Raspberry Vodka. It was all they had. All he could find in the house, all the other drinks and alcohol being wasted on the mourners at Cheryl's wake.  He'd found the raspberry vodka in Sue's room, stashed under her bed. He didn't know what had possessed him to check there, but a thought...Read On

Flash Fiction(3)


RIP Rudolph Valentino

Little kitten, you never learned to meow properly in the short time we had you. You made weird, half-assed cat noises, now it is very, very quiet at meal times. I will miss coming home to find you sleeping on the end of my bed, or sometimes to find your poo on my bedroom floor. I will miss how easily wound up you were, and the scratches you gave me from constantly messing with you. I will...Read On



The final moments of a convicted man

He slowly walked through the crowd of people, his eyes roving everywhere. He had expected there to be more noise from the crowd, more jeers and ugly insults hurled, but they were silent and watching him, moving aside without saying a word, too scared to touch or be anywhere near him, as if he were a leper. As he ascended the stairs of the platform he had to hold the railing to stop himself...Read On


Internal thoughts of a woman alone

As she sat there on the busy train, trying to blend in, he imagined her life

She was plain as paper. There was something very nondescript about her. The darkish, straight brows, the blue eyes that were just that - blue. Not a special blue, or a sparkling blue. They were neither light blue nor dark. Just blue. The oval face that was slightly long, the pursed lips and the small chin. All of these features were plain, yet when you added them together, it made for a...Read On



Green Thumb

I discovered gardening recently. Yes, I know I didn't invent sticking some seeds in the dirt and hoping it turns into something, I mean I recently discovered the hobby, which is now an obsession of mine. Growing up, my father had a vegetable patch. I remember very vividly each summer looking at the bumper crop of sweet corn, tomatoes, cabbages and herbs that had grown. Back then it...Read On



Cat Confessions

Hello, hoomans of the interwebz, my name is Rudolph Valentino, but I just get called Tino for short. Other names of mine are little shit or Turd-meister because instead of doing my business outside in the dirt, I choose to go indoors. I especially like to go into the bedrooms of my hoomans, burrow under their sleeping areas and go there. I do not tell them I have done this, instead, I wait for...Read On


Open Letters

General open letters

Unlike my other two 'Open letters' that I have written, these are very general and do not fit into any specific category like my makeup and underwear open letters. These are just general topics from my everyday life, that I am sharing with you, my internet friends. Also, on a side note, apparently open letters are now my thing as this will be the third 'installment' of open letters I...Read On


Open Letters - 2

More general open letters

Back by popular demand! Here are some more general open letters from my life, for you, my internet friends. Dear Hanukkah food- You are so delicious and so tasty. I'm not even 'properly' Jewish but I would convert just for the food. A Holiday where deep fried foods are eaten? Yes, please. It's not good for my waist line, but the food is just so tasty, and apparently I have weak will power....Read On


Open Letters To My Makeup

Open letters to my makeup

It seems I have two weaknesses in this world. Well, three if you count Stephen Colbert, but my two main weaknesses seem to be underwear and makeup. Every single time I visit the local Plaza, or indeed the bigger Mall in the next town over, I find myself drifting towards the makeup counters and striking up conversations with the men and women who work there, about makeup. Asking questions to...Read On




Dealing with death at a young age

The first time I was 'around' death, for want of a better term, I was seven, maybe eight years old. For whatever reason I cannot recall the specific age I was or the exact time of year, all I know is that it was 2002 and it was either autumn or winter because of the series of events that led up to the deaths. If it was autumn then it was before my eighth birthday, if it was winter then it...Read On

Micro Fiction(3)


Come Down

A sequel to New Rush.

Like a plate of glass the rush shatters, leaving you cut up and in pieces. It hurts. That high you attained, in comparison to this, was brief and only mildly pleasurable. Pills. You need more. You need more pills so you can make the high you seek last. If only it could last forever. You tell yourself that you're a better person because of it, but some people would tell you otherwise. Your...Read On


New Rush

Sit back and swallow the pills

Sit back and swallow the pills. Breathe in. Breathe out. Close your eyes and relish the feeling as it transports you to another world. A world far away from here. A better world. A fantasy world. A new world. The rush begins, taking you up and up, taking you higher than you ever imagined. That rush is what it is all about. You crave a new rush each time, a rush better than the last. You sit...Read On


The Secret

The man at the bar was keeping a secret

"Another one Sir?" The barkeep asked.  "Please," the man replied, sliding his glass back over to the barman.  "You seem in a good mood," the barkeep said, keeping the conversation going. It was two pm on a Tuesday afternoon and the place was empty, save for the happy man who kept sliding bills across the counter.  "Let's just say," said the man, after a lengthy pause. "Things always work...Read On



How Does Your Garden Grow?

I took up gardening somewhat recently. The first reason being, we get such glorious summers where I live on the East Coast, and I decided that I wanted to spend more time outside. Where I am, the summers are long, hot, and dry. So long, in fact, that we don't really get an autumn until it's closer to winter. It's the same with spring. Getting out in the garden seemed to be the easiest way for...Read On


A telling off

I got told off today. Not unusual at all, really. The little person who told me off has not long turned two, and already she is quite the character. I made the observation to one of my colleagues that she ought to be a teacher when she's older, as she's quite bossy.  I really do enjoy the company of this child. I like all the children I teach, of course, but she and I have this rapport...Read On


Drink of Choice

I had perched myself on the child-sized chair in the family play area, conveniently, this was also right underneath the heat pump. It was icy cold that morning. Two girls were with me, and we were consuming pretend cups of tea and having a good ol gossip sesh. R comes in and asks to join in. The more the merrier, so she proceeds to brew some tea and put some baking in the oven.  "Hey Laura,"...Read On


Pizza Identity

I was sitting inside at a table with a few children, and we were doing puzzles. It was so hot that we, the teachers, had made the executive decision to bring the kids inside and just chill out. We had Netflix for kids on the TV and some of the children were sitting on the mat and watching. Three of them, actually, had fallen asleep, all in the same position, all facing the same...Read On


Thomas Is A Tank Engine

I was sitting at the messy play table, with some freshly made playdough. I had the kids helping me roll it out and add colour to it. I had the usual mini rolling pins and cookie cutters out that my helpers were using.  "My Nana is picking me up today," T said excitedly. "I'm going to stay at their farm." "My mummy is picking me up today," C replied. The two besties happily chatted...Read On


Don't Care, Grumpy Bear

I was watching, amused, as two girls had a tiff over one of the activity boards. One of the girls stood up and made to walk away. The other girl said something I couldn't make out. The girl who was standing turned around, put her hands on her hips and declared loud and proud, "Don't care, grumpy bear!" then she stormed off in dramatic four-year-old fashion. That's a great line. I'm using that...Read On


Boy Germs, and other stories.

"Heeeeeey teacher," a child said to me, just as I was about to sit down and effectively ruin the fun of the children who were painting without fully being supervised. "My name is Laura, not teacher," I said. Oh, the joys of working at a new school. "Laula," the child said. Close enough.  "How can I help?" I asked little Miss Four, standing in front of me. She was looking very bright...Read On


Kings and Queens

Yet another body parts story.

Coming from within the kids' bathroom I heard the unmistakable sounds of children laughing, a pause, some low sounds that I could not quite make out from where I was, then the loud sound of laughter once more. Walking across the classroom, the low sounds became clearer, as a picture was painted as to what the children were doing in the bathroom when they were supposed to be getting changed...Read On


The Little Things

It's the little things of the job that make everything worth it. All the stress of working in education, all the meetings with the big bosses, the paperwork, the endless staff meetings, professional developments, the weekend-long courses, all the after-hours work we have to put it to get work complete, that all just seems to melt away with the little moments that happen each day. Those...Read On


Adventures with an autistic boy

I got told off at work the other day. Not uncommon, the children always have an answer for everything, and I am constantly getting attitude and sass, but I just sass them straight back. I am teaching the next generation to be sarcastic assholes. You're welcome, society. The particular boy who told me off, has no language skills. He is on the autistic spectrum and he has a specialist who...Read On


The Grand Opening

If you read the newspaper regularly, you probably missed the news about the grand opening, for the simple fact, it wasn't reported by the media or tabloids. I am, of course, talking about the grand opening of my nail salon last week at the daycare.  It had all started the week prior when one of the boys asked why my nails were purple. I had painted them that colour so they matched my dress...Read On


Fashion 101

Working with children, you're privy to some of their conversations. Overheard snippets as you walk past or sit next to them. Even the very young children somehow seem to be able to effectively communicate with each other. To me, it just sounds like random noises and baby babble, but they just know.  On Wednesday I was partially privy to such a conversation when I walked down the other end...Read On


Canada Food

"My Uncle Patrick is in Canada," one young boy announced to me on Friday. I was on outside duty that afternoon and it was rather quiet, so I was standing on one of the boxes that the kids can climb up and then slide down, blowing bubbles for the few interested children. It was mostly the 2 and 3-year-olds that cared, while some of the older children, especially the boys, shrugged and ran off...Read On


Thanks, boobies!

I don't know if it's the children I work with or just children in general, but some of them are obsessed with the human anatomy. Whether it's the questions I have documented in my other stories, or pointing to certain body parts and using them as weapons, I feel like my stories these days are mostly about the human body from a child's perspective.   One little boy refers to me as 'boobies'....Read On



"Boom!," I hear a little voice coming from the bathroom. "BOOM!" I hear again, this time louder, and then there is the unmistakable sound of laughter. Children just love playing in the bathroom, running all the taps in the basin or filling the basin with paper towels to overflow them and create 'baths,' or making a mountain of bubbles with the foamy soap. I prepare myself for the worst as I...Read On


Chest Lumps and other body oddities

Children are very curious and inquisitive, so naturally, questions about bodies and body parts are going to come up in my job. How one handles it, is key. Of course, there is that classic childhood game of 'Show me yours, and I'll show you mine.' I figured out early on that if you overreact to children playing that game, then they're going to try and hide and play it more often because they...Read On


Halloween Hi-jinks and other ramblings.

A few thoughts on Halloween in New Zealand.

Halloween isn't widely celebrated in New Zealand. It's more of an American thing, but I have noticed that now it is slowly starting to catch on over here. The local Plaza now stock Halloween costumes, and not just for children, as I have seen in previous years, adult costumes are now on sale. Anything from the classic sexy French maid and sexy nurse, witches, wizards and Disney Princesses...Read On


How would you like your bear meat?

One of the funniest, yet simplest things I have ever seen since working with children happened on Thursday and even now, just thinking and writing about it, I have the giggles again. We have a 'family play' area set up for the children. They have a little seating area, a round table, two small cots and a small bed for the dolls or some of the smaller children, though they are bigger than...Read On


Kids say and do the darndest things!

A few snippets from my job in early childhood.

I work in childcare, a job I love and enjoy very much. No two days are the same and the children definitely keep me on my toes, but I would not change it for the world. I love my job. As you probably guessed from the title, this is just a little piece about the conversations I have had with the children over the course of my job.  I was on the early shift one morning, and as I walked into...Read On


Kiwiana VS Americana

My last story that I published on this site was deep and dark and very real life, so I thought I would lighten the mood a little this week and have a bit of fun with this story. I mentioned in one of my other stories, that American influences are gaining popularity here in New Zealand, and that I had a few questions so here we go. Some questions and maybe a rant or two, about the growing...Read On


The Mum Goes Moo

Sitting down with a group of children in the shade, on a very hot day, I was reading a story with them about farm animals. After the story was finished we played the "what sound does this animal make?" game. We went through the usual the dog goes woof; the cat goes meow, the sheep goes baa when I asked them what sound does a cow make. All the children make very loud mooing noises, and then...Read On


Summer time at the daycare

Things are heating up at work. Apparently, spring didn't get the memo that it's her season, and us here in Hawkes Bay have gone straight to summer. It's not a major complaint, though, six months of summer sounds amazing, and it's even better because our Christmas and New Year's are in the summer. Because things are heating up and it's getting hotter, we leave a note for all the parents...Read On



The Beautiful and the dangerous - Chapter One

Chapter One - The Body

The Body “Keep it together, newbie,” hissed Todd Fletcher, staring at her with his steely gray gaze, telling her to hold it together and not to let the other officers see the horror or repulsion she felt at that moment as she looked over the body. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Imogen took a deep breath and tried to remain as calm as possible. This was her first...Read On


The Beautiful And The Dangerous - Chapter Two

Chapter Two: The murdered house-keeper and the missing wife

The murdered housekeeper and the missing wife “So I ran your victim’s identification and cards through the system, and I found some interesting things,” said Alec, who was the resident tech genius of the Spring View Police Force. He had seen  some  action in his short time on the force, but even he agreed that he was more of a hindrance than a help when out on the case. He much preferred...Read On



If You Really See Eurydice

Stolen kisses beneath the Oak A flash of a breast in the moonlight Tentative touches under the cover of darkness Muted pleasures as we veil ourselves in the forest Aphrodite-like perfection masquerading as Artemis Summer longing turns to Autumn lust Winter's icy kiss becomes the whispered vows of Spring Libation to Apollo as we unite in a field in full bloom Playing joyful songs as my...Read On

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Pania of the reef

Still and silent stream in the midnight dark Resting amongst the flax is the night sky beauty herself Quenching a thirst from the sweet, still waters Winds that whisper vows and carry the faintest of spells Her eyes are deep pools of wintery water Playing in the shallows feels safe, any deeper and you risk drowning An otherworldly beauty emerges from her secret stream Such an ethereal...Read On


Fair Maiden

O' fair maiden With the beautiful hair How you elude me And haunt my dreams O' fair maiden With the immaculate nature How your wit enchants me And your song beguiles O' fair maiden With the heart, I would steal How I hope to possess you And lay claim at your door O' fair maiden With the sweetness of honey How I wish to have you And show you mans' passions O' fair maiden With the gift I...Read On


For The Best

I live with the knowledge that things will never be the same again That things can never go back to what they were To what we were On the coldest of nights, when the chill leaks into my soul  I am put in memory of what we were together, and what we had Yes I am sad Yes I mourn But to think that you are happy, makes me happy And though it is not with me, I remind myself that it is for the best...Read On


My dear Lady

My dearest Lady Honour With the wreaths of laurel in your hair Show me the cards that you hold so close to your chest Tell me your secrets so that I may know you all the better Let me show you how, where other men have failed and fallen by the wayside My dearest honourable maiden My sweetest Lady Charity With the basket full of fancies Show me the generosity that others have failed to unlock...Read On


Over The Sea

Over the sea Awaits his love Steadfast and unchanging Her word of loyalty A comfort to him Through the darkest of times A Northern Star One fixed point throughout the instability Over the sea Awaits his hope The promise of a new love and a new life Ever present and patient Whispered promises of fidelity and loyalty Through the rugged landscape  And the elemental mistress that is the water...Read On


Thank you

A musing for an old friend

Your words chilled my soul As you looked at me with heartless eyes And told me we were done Grudgingly I said my goodbyes And tried to move on Trying to rid my mind of you All those times I cried And thought that maybe if I changed Our relationship could be revived I was left behind But I didn't realise then that it was a good thing You were so impossible And even I knew back then that it...Read On


The Knight and the Maiden

So the handsome Chevalier returns Leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake Yet there is one heart he lusts after but cannot have For it is under safeguard Lock and keep The fair maiden plays a tough game Leaving our handsome Chevalier to guess what really lies beneath the surface He has hinted at knowing her true soul Yet he will not tell of his findings Frustration looms between the...Read On


The Sound Of Winter

There is an escape from winter, from the cold loneliness

The coldness stretches out, touching all corners Bare trees, bare everything The air is crisp and chilly, seeping in through the gaps You disappear in the silence Winter’s arms outstretched around you, trying to drag you in The bleakness gripping you with icy fingertips The days are short and the nights are long The sky is dark.  Black Endless Aching Lonely days and lonely nights Everything...Read On