Behind Blue EyesShe was the sort of girl that you saw every day.Or at least she looked like she was at first glance.Tall and dark and pretty, with a heart shaped face and a bright, paper lantern smile, painted on crooked, that she took out and dusted off every once in a while.If you had bothered to look again you might have seen something else beyond the obvious. A dark light about her that made you think of fallen angels standing on street corners, wearing dirty All-Stars and crooked smiles. There was a vulnerability to her, a quiet sadness beneath the strength that made you want to protect her, even if she was more than capable of doing it herself.She could have been any girl really, and she often caught herself wishing that she was. It would have made everything so much easier, so much simpler just to live the lie, not knowing what she knew and doing what she did night after night.An Irish Catholic born on the dark streets of a fallen city, she had been taught from her first breath the differe
FFM: The TreeThe dream was the borderland, or so it appeared. A place half shadowed by the tree, vast and dark, hanging with the heads of the dead who waited for their time to end, whispering. She darted about its trunk with small bare feet and she placed burning candles in the hollows of its roots while the wise women sang to it with their wailing, warbling hymns.She was as yet an apprentice, and nothing more. For one such as her to be chosen for their ranks was a rarity, and at nine most would already consider her too old, too tainted by the ways of worldly things. Yet she persisted with a calm assurance, a clarity of purpose and of understanding that stood her well in the eyes of the wise ones. Well enough perhaps to bend the rules a little, as they sometimes did.Hers was the task of the mixing of the herbs, the cutting and shaping of the sloughing limbs, the tending of the bright fires that burned always in a crescent around the base of the tree. Scented smoke would waft up into the fruit hea
FFM: Day 16 Challenge"
and at that precise moment Celia jumped forward and hit him over the head with her aunts handbag - which as you know had previously been filled with gobstoppers - and Mr Anderson fell to the ground unconscious. It was quite a thing to see I tell you, but then your Granny always did have a good arm on her." He gave the boys a conspiratorial wink and puffed on his pipe."And well, after that your Grandmother and I rescued Snowdrop from Billy Anderson's tree fort and brought him safely back to the house."Later on while their mother was buying ice cream from a street vendor, Malcolm turned to his brother with a puzzled expression. He was the elder of the two, but it had become clear at an early age that Tommy was the one in charge of their dynamic duo.They visited their Grandparents every Sunday for tea, but it was only recently that their Grandfather had deemed them men enough to start hearing the famed stories of his youthful exploits.After years of quiet anticipation over jus
FFM: Drabble ChallengeNathaniel shuffled up to the toll booth with a vague sense of relief. Some sort of esoteric congestion had clogged up aisle five awhile ago, leaving only one attendant to get through everyone.Behind him a couple of Christians were wailing about St.Peter and the pearly gates. Seems he had gone on lunch break for a bit, lumping them with the rest in line for the Ferry.When the attendant handed him the coins for his passage, he couldn't help but note that they appeared to be gold plated.Seemed even the Underworld had budget cuts in this Economic climate.
FFM: City of Paper HeartsHe built a paper city. Strewn across the floor of his apartment in a tangle of smudged streets and tiny folded corner shops with white paper windows. The electric bulb hanging bare from the low slung ceiling became an imaginary sun, each breath of air from the open window a tragic imitation of life that sent the city rustling, moving, tumbling only to settle once more into stillness as the window lock slid shut.He made and imitation of humanity. Small forms to tumble to and fro and stare into the paper windows with wistful longing where he; too large and clumsy, could not, and scribbled distant words across the rooftops and empty spaces, Interesting words picked at random from the nearest book, as though they could in turn impart some sense of movement and meaning to the scattered forms that had taken up his life.After a time, he gave them lives, created in them everything he could not see himself. A minuscule experiment, perfect copy of a larger world waiting for him just outside. H
FFM: Good MedicineThandi had been diagnosed with AIDS on Wednesday. It was things like this that made her feel relieved to be living in South Africa.Anywhere else in the world this would have been a life changing moment, it would have meant years of treatment and quite possibly death. But because she lived in S.A. she knew everything would be alright.After all, it was in Africa that the cure had been discovered. The rest of the world had yet to catch on to the revelation that had been presented to them by the Minister of Health some years before; when she announced publicly that AIDS could be cured by ingesting garlic or beetroot, as both foods possessed incredible restorative powers.Naturally everyone had been very relieved to hear such good news from their esteemed Minister Manto especially when combined with the announcement President Zuma made that said showering after sex would ensure you remained AIDS free. After all; everyone agreed, he of all people would know.People felt safe in the knowled
FFM: The Unquiet onesPatient #1355 took her place on the examination table as she waited for the Doctors to arrive. They weren't normally late, and she found she was curiously disturbed by their absence. Her days were orderly, divided into equal portions of activities, tests and medical procedures. So having a gap seemed abnormal, threatened the balance she was used to.Once more than five minutes had passed without event, she started to fidget, plucking at a fraying bandage that was wrapped around her left appendage. It was an appendage much like those belonging to the Doctors, but they did not like it when the Patients referred to their appendages as hands or otherwise compared anything on their person to the Doctors themselves. There were bandages over most of her now, continuing under the thin white examination gown that bore her Patient number, stamped on the left side of the torso where it could be scanned to give all necessary information to the Doctors, who were late.Outside the whitewashed walls
FFM: Day 10Seventh signed to the stars with her flash light, relishing the feel of the grass under her feet and the way the night seemed to swallow her whole. It was dark outside of the cities, dark enough to see the night sky properly, something she had only really heard about or seen on Reel-films in badly lit cinema's. No one cared about life beyond the borders anymore.Canto was getting restless and kept rubbing his arms nervously and glancing around. He was new, so she understood what he was going through, it wasn't easy starting out. She suppressed a smirk in the darkness and poked him in the shoulder, lowering the flashlight a little so it was no longer directed straight into the sky."You scared, Canto?"He flashed a hot look at her and rubbed his arms again. "I'm not some primitive, Seventh. There's nothing out here to be scared of."She bared her teeth and moved the flashlight to illuminate her face from below, throwing her face into odd planes of light and hollowed out shadow, like the
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