Scottfutile
Writer of wrongs
Scottfutile
Writer of wrongs
Writer of wrongs
Writer of wrongs
The wind changes, moving in every direction, a storm to herself.
The hush as she succumbs to the calmness, a respite for the soul.
She fuels fire, brings chaos, and can wipe out anyone in her path.
And in the blink of an eye, she gently rustles the trees, helping me feel the peace of a restful sleep....
“Do you have an appointment?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Nobody gets in without an appointment.”
I felt my face blush. Well, as much as the dazzle of my bright white skull could. I tried to form a disapproving frown as best I could, but failed on account of the fact that I was the keeper of the keys to the next life. I pulled my hood from my head and tapped my scythe angrily against the ground. Nothing, abso...
It was a day that began like any other day. I woke up with a sore head, a throat like an ash tray, and an impending sense of shame about all the things I hadn’t done in my life. I didn’t open the curtains as it felt the easiest way to keep my world safe from the burden of existence. I debated coffee and I won as the coffee couldn’t come up with a convincing argument as to why the world is full of ...
“What do you mean forever?”
“I mean eternity.”
“Doing what exactly?”
“Whatever you like…” The silence hung in the air like a burp at a family dinner. He ran his fingers through his beard and thought for a moment. “Tell me Mr Anderson, what’s your favourite thing in the world?”
“Whisky,” I replied without thinking.
“Ahh,” he said, his face frozen in thought. “Second favourite?”
“Erm… sex,” I said,...
It’s just you, me and the shadows,
The flickering of the night,
Destiny unfurled,
I watch your chest rise and fall,
Counting with the rhythm,
The curtains twitch,
Disturbed by an open window,
It’s just you, me and the shadows,
The furtive redemption,
Everything must end,
Life flickers in your eyes,
And disappears into darkness,
The only sound,
A grandfather clock,
The heart beat of the darkness,
T...
“You are the worst genie ever!”
“What? Why?”
“I said dessert. Dessert. Not desert,” I couldn’t believe it. There was I hankering for something sweet and decadent and instead I was in a sweltering desert. “Is there a manager I can speak to? Can I take that wish back?” I could see the hurt on his blue face.
“You could always make another wish...”
“And trust you to get it right? No chance. If I’d as...
The view upon one’s throne,
Surveys everything that one owns,
Filthy beggars and merchant traders,
Screaming corporals and shouting majors,
Are just some of the commoners,
That are mine.
Raging rivers that rush to the sea,
The sky, the land, belongs to me,
Majestic castles and their garish walls,
Dukes and Duchesses,
Poets and fools,
Are some of the gifts,
That God has given to me.
Yet here I si...
The day I graduated I was excited and full of hope. Four years of my life at the Devil’s School for Innocent Mischief had finally come to a close and I was as eager as a beaver that had put his Christmas Tree up mid July to make a start in the career that my parents had always dreamed of for me. Finally I had my placement, all I had left to was wait.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into m...
If only I’d been brave enough,
To stand and face my fears,
My nights would have been restful,
My anxiety disappeared.
If only I’d been happy enough,
To chase my dreams into the hills,
My days would have been sunny,
My mind would be still.
If only I’d been strong enough,
To say what’s in my head,
My life would look different,
And I’d be someone else instead....