“Wow,” the words blew out softly into the wind.
“Now that is a sight…”
I couldn't believe my eyes. The hill blended from green and became barren, about a hundred yards away from the most vivid scenery I've ever seen.
Fields of lavender smothered the ground upon the hill. Surrounding a tall, thin checkered building standing erect with a shiny gold window.
I Could not wrap my head a how people...
Here,
It sung in the distance of my mind,
I turned but perhaps not in time,
Again it sung,
Here,
It crept from the cobwebs of my memory,
Quietly,
Surely,
I felt it getting closer,
In a melody that pained me,
Shivers,
Here!
A quiet shout,
A call for help?
I couldn’t tell,
I shouldn’t dwell,
HEre!
Louder,
HERe!
Louder,
HERE!
I screamed,
The voice squeezing out of my lungs finally,
I winced...
I think the craziest thing about being happy is that as soon as you receive it you want to give it away. There’s seldom a time when you are so happy you want to keep it for yourself. I felt that way with my ex-girlfriend and as cruel as I felt she was, she taught me that.
The train sped up as it left the platform, I just found a job and although it was a modest minimum wage job. It made me happy...
Two men in a violent dance, tap around each other in a majestic battle.
“Ahahaaa!” The blonde swept man jested.
The blonde man’s leg travelling round, aiming for the head of the bald, bearded man. The bald man ducks, sweeping him to the floor.
“Great move!” The blonde man announces, a huge smirk on his face.
The bald man extends a hand and helps him up.
Their training had only just begun....
“Fuck!” The words bounced off the ceiling and back into my eardrums.
I was alone, in bed, sweat soaking the sheets now. I needed to change them. I touched my face with both hands, thank goodness I still had them. It was all a dream.
I had reached over to press the light on the alarm clock beside my bed. I stretched over instinctively and banged the button with my forearm. Ouching as my wrist ben...
The computer screen gazed blankly at me and I mirrored it. The screensaver, darkness. A chance to examine myself.
“Go on then,”
I say to the void siting behind curved glass.
“Why don’t you write for me,”
I joked to myself, kicking my feet up onto another chair. I grab the bag of walkers crisps I left in a draw underneath the desk, the corner of my eye spotting something peculiar. A strange ...