Like the others,
You were born in Spring.
My finest down lines your nest.
I caught every meal you’ve ever eaten.
Your body is lean.
Your wings, straight.
Spread them, little bird. Fly!
Sharp-toothed nightmares lurk below, but-
Don’t give up.
I won’t.
Even though you’re not
like the others.
Anthea lives in sunny Queensland, Australia. She’s always writing, even if it’s just in her head. Find her online at @WriterAnthea
Sparks fly and I am born.
Worship me, love me, share me.
Build me up and I’ll warm you right through.
Searing. Sizzling. Spitting.
Can you take the heat?
I’m smokin’ red and volatile.
Scared?
Gonna smother me?
Extinguish me?
Ban me?
Good luck.
I am story and I burn.
Anthea lives in sunny Queensland, Australia. She writes all kinds of things and nothing will ever put out her writing fire. Follow her at @WriterAnthea.
“This is a uniform school. You want to belong, then don’t dress wrong.”
But Jonny won’t surrender his blue cape. The sequins sparkle like magic as he conjures snow flurries and ice palaces. Next day he gives everyone capes, even the teacher: “You want to belong, then don’t dress wrong.”
Anthea lives in sunny Queensland, Australia. She writes all kinds of things but especially loves the challenge of screenplays and flash fiction. Find her online at @WriterAnthea.