My first bedroom was where fairies gathered motionless on the walls waiting for night to come so they could dance around under the faint glow of the fairy castle lamp. Occasionally they tiptoed off the wall to tuck a silver coin beneath a pillow covered with wavy chestnut hair. In the corner stood a washbasin where tiny soapy hands scrubbed away the remains of each day’s adventures. The mirror above the basin reflected rosy marshmallow cheeks, lips plumped with a thousand questions and eyes sparkling with the thrill of the present. Next to it towered a white wardrobe with a neatly ironed green school uniform hanging on the front like a medal. Inside the wardrobe Snow White’s dress vied for space amongst hems of colourful tulle, shiny Lycra leotards and lovingly knit woollen creations.
The wardrobe was good for hide and seek and for disappearing into when I didn’t want to be found… I feel the cold metal from my tap shoes digging into my skinny legs as I crouch in the corner of the wardrobe with my eyes closed to shut out the darkness. But I stay where I am because I believe that one day the back of the wardrobe will suddenly open and lead me to a world of snow queens and talking lions and enchanted forests. A world where I can be a real Snow White, the heroine of my own fairytale. I hear my Mummy’s footsteps, followed by her voice. I know that any minute now the wardrobe door will open and I’ll have to climb back out. Back into my bedroom. My first bedroom. A room where fairies are trapped in wallpaper and can only come out at night when no one’s looking. At least they didn’t think I was. Even fairies make mistakes.
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Two pieces of my creative writing were selected for the above anthology
Your Messages If you know me, BUY IT, I'm in it. If you don't know me, BUY IT, you'll love it. Besides, all the proceeds go to the worthy charity Kids Company.A big THANK YOU to Sarah Salway and Lynne Rees for believing in my writing and giving me the kick start I needed. This blog wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them. Hopefully I'll be able to say the same about my novel, in the not too distant future.
Each day I aim to add a 300 word piece of creative writing in response to Sarah Salway's daily writing prompts. My fellow messager Kathryn is responding to the same prompts, so check out her blog too.
Each day I aim to add a 300 word piece of creative writing in response to Sarah Salway's daily writing prompts. My fellow messager Kathryn is responding to the same prompts, so check out her blog too.
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- Edie P
- I'm a feisty, social media savvy, 7-yr-old brindle bitch from Brighton, UK. If I were a stick of rock I'd have the word CUTE running through me. I live with my Humum and The Frenchman. My pastimes are blogging, tweeting, cuddling, duvet-diving, paw-licking and sleeping. I don't do mornings or baths and suffer from Ailurophobia (an irrational and persistent fear of cats). My favourite places are The Park, The Beach, The Train, and The Bed. I eat everything except lettuce and have a fetish for fur. I once almost died after eating a thigh-length nylon stocking. If you want to know anything else, you'll have to read my blog.
3 comments:
As wonderful as usual, especially the first half and the idea of lips being plump with questions. I think you're particularly good at images connected to lips - there was something about lips in one of your previous postings which was excellent too.
I hope you're OK, Sarah. You are being awfully quiet. Hugs.
I've come this morning via Ink Haven, but now I'm here I recognise you from Sarah Salways blog too.
This piece is great, just the kind of writing I like. I'm both drawn towards and a little repelled by that bedroom. And I love the thought of the trapped fairies. We had fairy wallpaper in our bathroom in the 70's - it was strange and adult and a bit Arthur Rackham, but thanks for reminding me.
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