My dream
My dream.
His brush sails smoothly across his white canvas, the early morning glow of a midwinter’s morning casts a perfect golden glow upon his work and the birds chirp in the canopies of the Canadian pine trees.
Serve like your father
Serve like your father. Love like your Mother. Be like your Brother.
The words are poignant, ringing in your ears like the shockwave of that mortar blast. What are you thinking? What are you feeling? Power as you pour led into the enemy’s chest?
One rule.
Hi! Trying something different for this one, try to ignore the pictures if it ruins the reading for you.
The Devil hurts your mind, not your body
The devil hurts your mind, not your body.
The rain outside was deafening, the rustling leaves and rough branches scratching against my window only made it worse. I had the tv on in the living room, sky news I think, something like that.
Don't let the bed bug bite
Don’t let the bed bugs bites.
“Hello.” It seethed. It was staring, if you could call it that, right through her and into the white void that presided all around. “You’ve had a very bad day, have you not?”
Soil
Soil
I heard the first spadesful hit, it pounded and screamed a me, lingering just outside the protection of my justification; its thumping inevitability making me take every breath with overbearing gratitude.
It
It.
The storm rocked the ship gently, like a baby in a cradle, a view not shared by the boat’s crew, who were viciously thrown off their vessel as great waves crashed into the side.
Deploarble Virtue
Deplorable Virtue.
There was a village, on a tiny island of the coast of Europe, filled with people.
Rustic rain - remastered
I re-wrote one of my early pieces because I loved it so much, and I wanted it to more accurately reflect my writing style and current ability. It was also plagued with errors which have (I think) been rectified. It is still very dark and gorey, but hey ho.
