— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 28, 2018
Monday, 29 October 2018
Sunday, 28 October 2018
Saturday, 27 October 2018
Monday, 15 October 2018
strange...
Strange ... A vagrant whirr of wind rattled the upper leaves of a eucalyptus ... yet the lower leaves remained solemnly, silently still ... A higher calling? ... #microfiction— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 7, 2018
Sunday, 14 October 2018
Saturday, 13 October 2018
usually, 2 cars park...
Usually 2 cars park in my neighbour's driveway. The big SUV rarely moves from the carport. The smaller Mazda runs as shopping trolley, the vet visit and the gym workout. For some weeks now, there's only one car - the big gold one - parked in the white one's space. #microfiction— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 7, 2018
Friday, 12 October 2018
Thursday, 11 October 2018
Wednesday, 10 October 2018
I am one of many...
I am one of many, living in the light of spring. We are brothers and sisters, being beautiful while we can. They can never annihilate what we are. We may seem to disappear, fail, disintegrate. But we disperse our seeds, our identity ... and we return ... somewhere #microfiction pic.twitter.com/QdaNJ2lbQY— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 6, 2018
Tuesday, 9 October 2018
it was the last oak...
It was the last oak on a desolate, forgotten island. Only the crows gathered there now to thread yesterday's memories into a rosy evening. Only the crows took the time to weave the fabric of night into new sunrises and fresh wisdom. #microfiction
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 5, 2018
Monday, 8 October 2018
an archaeologist felt faint...
An archaeologist felt faint in the desert's summer heat. A nearby cave seemed tempting. Inside, the darkness soothed his burning body, but his spirit felt wary. In the cave's womb, a light - a winking, mischievous light. He hedged forward ... and so did the light. #smolfic— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 5, 2018
Sunday, 7 October 2018
though I may be parched...
Though I may be parched, brittle and almost lifeless ... Will you still love me? Will you honour and obey? Will you be there for all seasons? Will you be the child of my universe? .... Will you let me be ... the real ... ME? #microfiction
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 5, 2018
Saturday, 6 October 2018
your spring winds...
Your spring winds may be friendly, welcoming the blossoms of someone's new life... But what if my winters of discontent refuse to pass on ... as usual ... It's been many a long year since my land was invaded, ravaged ... burnt... #microfiction pic.twitter.com/NYfIOkC7YI— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 4, 2018
Friday, 5 October 2018
always thought my sister looked different...
Always thought my sister looked different... not of this world somehow ... So it was no real surprise when she told me that she had auditioned for the main role in a new movie 'The Girl Who Drank the Moon'... It was about witches... #microfiction pic.twitter.com/K4aN72wKR3— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 4, 2018
Thursday, 4 October 2018
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