Life.
Enchanting. ‘Think ethereal’, he says. Oh gawd. What? Yeah, ethereal, I can do that. Hmm. Look vacantly into the distance. _‘Yes! That…
A thinly veiled piece of autobiographical writing.
Sam was a hunter / In the night / Young ladies / His delight / He charmed them / With gifts of gold / Charming smiles / And tickled their…
i knew a little tiny Blackbird named Sam. / He had eyes of lead and feet of clay. / He flew over th…
A poem of a Blackbird named Sam
Sam was obviously hopped up on some substance and persisted. I just wanted to be left alone. He followed me to the ends of the earth with…
This is for the Flash Fiction challenge to describe a book in 150 words or less.
“I’ve never killed one this way,” Vincent said, walking to the kitchen to search for a plastic bag to put the heads in.
This is a short story I put together for my brother at his request to come up with an idea to base a short film on (he is a film student). I don’t have any great interest in vampires, however I do like a good vampire story. This is my only (and most likely will remain so) attempt at the genre.
Monday, July 27 8:30 P.M. By the time I was home, I was ready to fall in the floor. All three of us had been shopping at the…
I am at one with Summer’s gold / And Winter’s Peace. I feel / No sorrow, nor regret, and with / What little sight I have still, see / What I …
To die happy. Written from the perspective of someone as they leave this world, surrounded by friends and family.
Tuesday, July 28 6:05 A.M. That morning was a usual morning. Wake up, brush teeth, straighten my hair, get dressed, walk out. Somet…
Tuesday, July 28 Time unknown I couldn’t open my eyes and couldn’t hear anything except for the ringing. I could feel the bl…
Wednesday, July 29 3:30 A.M. I was sweating profusely, but I was cold at the same time. A rag was on my forehead and two voices…
Wensday, July 29 1:29 P.M. I continued staring at the ceiling. My eyes were puffy from crying and the torture I had went throug…
The room looked like a library. It was definitely an office type of library, though. It was strange, instead of the bookcases being lined…
By the time we finished, it had been at least ten minutes. My leg was wrapped around his, his hand keeping it there. I was breathing hard…
When we got back, it was dark. We had watched the sun set, catching up on what had happened after we broke up. He had two kids, an ex-wif…
If I wake up one more time from something whacking me in the head, I’m going on a war path. I groaned and tried to stretch my hands, whic…
Sam. It went …
Driving across the moon / Weathered Roads and tethered wheels / Ice-cream Bells of rolling rhythm / Ring like warm ice sings, like real / Li…
The battle’s sole observer / Speckled with blood, the fighting’s over / Glory dead, with nouveau honour / Bestowed upon the fallen son, the …
Featured in the Masterpieces: Literary Workshop group! Many thanks :)
“no one steals unattended baggage, it’s the over guarded things, these thieves are after” He’d said. He’s always full of unbelievable pro…
Featured in Authentic India Group / July 6, 2009 Featured in All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical Group / June 30, 2009 He returned to the circular steps of the Piccadilly Circus, the statue of Cupid smiled benignly down at him, as he pulled the string of his right shoe, took the shoe off, rolled the sock down, unwrapped a ₤ 50 note from his wad of British currency, opened his wallet and coolly, placed it along it’s width, squeezed the wallet back into the back pocket of his tight, deliberately hammer holed jeans, showing off his wallet from a mile away, he grinned and put his shoe back on and began to walk towards the famous Leicester Square….He felt a new surge of confidence within himself that he’d not known before and he felt ready to take-on life, just as it came, his way / ...A balmy night, had just begun… / / This photograph was taken with a Motorola V-235, phone camera, from the circular steps of statue of Eros, famous as the Piccadilly Circus…
Soon he held up a photo, smiled and said, “We found her Sam!”
Written for a 100 word challenge.
The needs of day imbibe this dull-edged blade / to sever slowly ragged thoughts from page, / retarding backwards, slinking ‘til they fade, ...
This is a sonnet about all those seemingly menial tasks we, as humans in the modern world have to do each and every day, over and over and over again, until, at times, it feels like the routine is going to kill you! / I wrote this while folding a mountain, and i mean MOUNTAIN sized pile of laundry! :) but…it’s also about finding the light within it all, and refusing to become stuck; but to flow with it, whereby we can stand outside of it. :)
You think your stressed because I no longer react as a gentleman, I have the intent to yell my story from mountains high, my silence will…
I am running out of material, but I think that’s a good thing, I am actually starting to feel better. I should have done this years ago, 11 perhaps?
Then in the mirror of time, as his mum looks back / Her son does not know her, only lies and no fact / She will be lonely he may never retu…
Missing you Sam!
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