Sigils and signs Giving protection Mother's talisman Father's rope around my neck Markings of magic Of the gods Trees whisper the names of my ancestors Telling me this this right now is where I should be leaving my cave home the hill in front of me it's peak too high to see the place where… Continue reading gods’ eyes fall
I sneak Tip toe sshhh Toes in dirt bare Dirty The water watcher Sleeps Night snarls echo Empty chamber tremble I can smell the blue The green The darkness of the pool The air is different down here Forbidden Only rations are allowed Only rations My lips crack When I smile these days Lizard tail… Continue reading dead zone children
This is going to be another ramble. I did say I would ramble this week... so, here it is. Sometimes, I think it is mainly to get my thoughts straight in my head. Especially, seeing as though my thoughts are a chaotic scribble most of the time. Today, I want to ramble about villains. While… Continue reading What’s in a villain
My teeth were coming out to play like kids smelling what mummy is cooking in the kitchen. Running my tongue along their smooth surface, feeling their sharp-eagerness, I allowed him to lead me away into the night. "Don't worry, I know a short cut," he said as if I had asked. A light rain had… Continue reading the heart of a monster – part 3
The aliens came in ships Big hulking things Moving slowly We don't know from where But it was from afar
I cannot decide which novel to concentrate on. I literally write a paragraph of one then change my mind and switch. Please, cyberfam, advise me on which novel I should put my efforts into. Epic fantasy series, dark, piratey, demi-gods and goddesses, strange portals that cross over to our world, backstabbing, people getting stabbed in… Continue reading I need your help/advice
She jumped into the passenger seat, never looking away from his dark eyes. She might have to keep them. She had a jar that would suit them perfectly.
When on holidays, I was at a beach where hundreds of these big guys were washing up in the surf, still singing, salt caking their tracheae. the sea gulls were having a feast.