of Stardust and the Beasts

Poetry, prose, stories, and other creative writing experiments.

 

the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #14 | Professional Curiosity

This week's entry to the club of very awesome writers in the blog-hop of the Sixers was a gift from the Gods. Seriously. I was just doing my IT Infrastructure homework/lab. I still have so much to do, but being able to take my mind off it for a while and work with a different region of my brain keeps me focused. The weekly prompt words for the Sixes are provided by Denise, and you can access all the entries at the link-up. the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #14 "Fuck, FUCK, FUUCK!" Aurelia screeched at the top of her lungs as the hot coffee dripped down her legs and all the Post-it notes she had just finished reorganizing by importance. To make the scene even more dramatic, I have decided that while she ran to the kitchen nook to get a rag—in a RUSH—she banged her small toe full force...

dVerse PROSERY #2 |Through the Water

This one was written for the dVerse Prosery prompt. The Line we had to use was: " . . . and the iridescent image swims through a mirror that flows.” by Stanley Kunitz (The Atlantic, 1970) and I used the whole 144 words limit. All the other entries can be accessed through the link-up. Through the Water You told him that I was too loud, that you needed time off, that you felt overwhelmed. I felt the frustration as you held me close, crying because I didn't yet have the words to say: "Mummy, my stomach hurts." Rocking me back and forth, your own tears glimmering in the light, you were repeating, "Please stop crying," and then you filled the bath—like you always do when Mummy needs to relax. I tasted the rosemary-scented oil as you pushed me under, smiling as the room got quiet. But it's...

Ten Thing of Thankful #19 | Our Car & University

the Ten thing of Thankful hop is a cool way to either end or begin a new week. It is a reflection on things to be grateful for and a reminder that little things do matter. Absolutely love this shit. The contributions of many awesome bloggers and writers can be accessed through the link-up. Ten Thing of Thankful #19 First - My other half got his Driving License. WOHOOO, it stalled so much because there were no available exam times in the summer and I was so happy when he called me: "Guess what??" The funny thing is, he had forgotten his exam time and got a reminder on his phone the evening before, and the dude passed! YAY Second - Our car is in body shop but we were left with another. Yup,...

Short Story | Absence

Short Story | Absence I haven't been able to write for so long that it feels as though the ability has been stolen from me. Any words I manage to put down feel dull and meaningless—especially compared to you, or the kind of love and admiration that has been, is, and always will be within me. I have carried it with pride, deep within my heart, shielded from the harsh realities of this world. Sometimes it feels like the purest thing I’ve ever known; other times, it feels as though I’ve sold my soul to this love, just to feel anything at all. Believe me, in the darkest times of my youth, it was the light I clung to. It was the hope that, at the end of the line, you would be there—waiting for me, arms wide open, welcoming me into the light with your embrace. "Actions speak louder than...

Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #19 | Acceptance

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — where I write more poetry inspired by my old poetry. Poetry is weird, this piece I actually read many times and thought that wow, it's like from a 19th century play or something. (Authors Note) Acceptance But mother, Can you not see He makes my heart sing My fingers dancing on the keys of an old Dusty Pianoforte, Out of tune And I keep hitting the wrong notes But my heart hums And perhaps, I am A Jester of love But love I do Poetry on the Margins #19 I do To love is courageous, and to admit it even more so. To feel —there's something humanly imperfect, and yetbeautiful, in it. And to think that we don't choosewho we love —love...

Poetry On the margins of the Second Draft #2 | Fragmented Poetry

I have wanted to do this for a while—try something like hybrid writing and mix poetry with reflections on the process itself. Sometimes it’s strange, as my mind tends to get inspired by lines from my old work, and then I write something new. The last Margins came to life in the same way. I read an old poem and then got the idea to add to it. While the emotions in my poetry may sometimes come from real things in life, I have this unusual process of abstraction and a very overactive imagination, which makes even my reflections a product of it. Fragmentation of the mind This is not poetry—this is the mess around it… a girl trying to write,getting distracted by her own thoughts… staring at the...

Six Sentence Story | Chaos #1 | My Life as a Student

This week I'm doing something a bit different—I'm letting my secondary life as an IT student leak into my creative life, as I had absolutely zero ideas for what to write, but this blog is my baby, the Sixers community are my friends, and I needed to step away from my...

Ten Thing of Thankful #18 | Last Day-off

This is my last Thankful of the summer, so let's see what they will be like starting from next week… I may skip a few if I get very-very busy, but since this hop is so beneficial to my well-being, I will give my best to be a part of it as much as I can. You can join...

Ten Thing of Thankful #17 | SSC&B & University Plans

These weekly TToT posts have become one of my favorite ways to show my grats', talk about my week, and read about other people's weeks... You can choose to participate or read others' posts at the link-up. Ten Thing of Thankful #17 First—the Six Sentence Café &...

the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #12 | a Freaky One?

This week's storyline for the Nervous Poet was also sourced from the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse). The prompt word—FUNCTION—was provided by Denise, aka the Bartender, host of the Six Sentence Story blog hop. All the stories for the week—within the café and...