I am a twenty something writer of crime, fantasy and science fiction mainly. I also like to jot the odd poem to make you think. Hope you enjoy!
Covering the two bodies with the pile of soil they had so kindly dug and placing two fir cones as make shift head stones George set about tracing their steps.
Covering the two bodies with the pile of soil they had so kindly dug and placing two fir cones as make shift head stones George set about tracing their steps.
As I look at my reflection, I reflect the effect of the choices I make. What path I should take. True to love and not hate.
Something happened when I saw you, For the first time you enthralled me, Making darkness light, No lonely nights, No longer now before me..
Is darkness more powerful than light. A black whole takes in everything around it consuming all and shrouding the brightest star in blackness. Pessimism brings down the optimism in others.
His plan had backfired. George was unsure where he was or how he had got there. He was dirty though and hungry. By the earthy pine smell in the air he knew he was in a forest.
The wiry one they called Flint had returned and he was careless.
And he took his final breath. The sword came down upon his breast, taking to eternal rest. Treachery, deceit, high treason accused, fair trial to none bestowed.
The glass was clear, so he could see them observing him. However, this glass was different, it was stopping him sensing them, knowing them, being in control.
George was a man to be watched over, that was for sure. He was different, he could sense things others couldn't, hear things. Hearing voices doesn't always make you mad, just different.
Free you mind and write words: Herds of buffalo, streaming tirelessly relentlessly over you like a torrential downpour and write more.
Too busy to change, Why change a winning formula. Too quiet to afford, Battening down the hatches. If it ain't broke don't fix it, Let's all stay the same, Let's stagnate!.
Where does it start. A matter apart, from the flow of my thought. Or a patter, a pitter or flitter of thought, and it's gone. So I duly depart..