I have an inquisitive and imaginative mind and am always finding new ways to express myself and my view on life. I therefore hope that you will enjoy these miniature puffs of creativity !
It goes on and on, The moaning of the people No matter how then sun hath shone Dark remains the steeple 'Run, run, 'Run away my son!' But I knew even little he Would soon no longer be.
One for fun, One for buns, One for every little one!.
Hungry and alone, With no gift of sun, Chilled to the bone And here comes the drum. One, two, one, two, Soldiers come marching, Ready to shoot, All for a farthing.
A myriad of ominous grey lumps tumbled to the malevolent-red ground as I forced the over-sized metal sphere into the nozzle of the cannon.
Head ringing. Heart pounding. Legs bringing me to who knows where... A vast, arid plain of dry, cracked earth blanketed the inhospitable landscape.
It glared at me, teeth bared, eyes fixed. Its body was one colossal concoction of a million swathes of fat, blobbing up and down like a wild boar.