I’ve been toying around with writing for some time now. Driving people nuts with unfinished works and big storylines. I’ve let my day job take me away from it.
Now I’m here, and I’m actually writing.
I aim to be better than I am, so please let me know if something doesn’t work. The more eyes the better.
The grand plan? You may see that eventually. I’ve just got to take it out of my head and write it down.
Craig Mowat is a member of A Novel Idea, All About Your Best Work, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Beginner's Expressions, Bits and Pieces , Graphic Scratch, Melbourne & Victoria, Numbers One to a Trillion, Pulp Noir, Sci Fi , Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Twisted Tales and WMG.
The mist over the field was lifting. It was almost time to go. / I looked at Jack. No smile anymore.
The clip fell to the floor, clattering on the tiles. Before it had come to a stop another clip was slapped into place. Lock. Load. Fire again.
Flashes of colour and memory flying through the air, each one taking you to a different time in your past.
I cannot control minds. They are fickle things, which move to their own liking.