About the Story This little short story is probably a rather strange interpretation of the song that inspired it. While listening to a radio show of a friend of mine, I heard a beautifully written song by Zoë Wren. The song is one of the tracks on her album which can be purchased on Bandcamp. … Continue reading The Lady’s Lullaby
Every day on my way to work I pass by a grand old house with a beautiful garden set out in the front yard. A sign attached to the mailbox advertises flowers for sale and an elderly man sits in a rocking chair on the wide veranda with a cup of tea by is side … Continue reading The Flower Man.
Spread out in the small yet spacious draw was a black and white cat. To my surprise, she was surrounded by kittens.Seven of them to be precise. After tending to the needs of mama cat and her little ones I shuffled back to the kitchen,eager to have my coffee at last.
As I leaned back in my chair i emptied my goblet of its contents and placed it on the small table beside me. With a long exhalation of breath that was more for show than anything i gazed about the bar, my gaze landing on a beauty with hair as black as night and unusual … Continue reading Nightshade
The last post on his Facebook is the cute photo of us reclining on the beach as the sun sets with our hands linked and a flower tucked behind my ear. My hair danced in the sea breeze as I laughed, while he leant in for a kiss. I can still remember what his lips felt like as they pressed into mine. If I try hard enough, I can still feel the warmth of his hands as he pulled me close and brushed my hair away from my face.
For tonight it would rest until tomorrow, where new troubles would lie. For tonight it would remain a house of dreams until it would become the house of horrors once more.
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At a monthly writers group I attend we looked at This poem. We then wrote our own. Here is mine. I am from I am from life and love From a father and mother I am from close family and the extended members too From Grandmother, grandfather and warm hugs and kisses on cheeks I … Continue reading I Am From: A Poem
One night I sat down and started writing random stuff. Before I knew it, this poem had emerged. I’d never really written poetry or anything, so was surprised to see the completed piece. Take what you will from this, it’s just a poem, none of these are actually thoughts I’ve had. I am interested to … Continue reading Desperate Hope
“When darkness consumes you, the light will remind you that darkness doesn’t always win. You are strong, and you are brave. The power to defeat what lurks waiting to overtake you lies within your heart. Know this, and remember it always.”