“I’m sorry, I wish I had better news.” The doctor wears the face all doctors wear when delivering news no patient ever wanted to hear. “Do you have any questions?” I nod, then smile politely, unable to find the right words. How am I supposed to react? Wha...
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Allegiance
Blurring the line between allegiance and subjugationHer dark heart smiled Beckoning them forth Her name dancing On silenced tongues Hail ye! Hail ye! Row upon blue row they stood Far as the reach of an eagle’s eye Loaded carbines on their backs Allegiance to her their hearts’ tempo To war! To war! Their ch...
As covetous Death circles, knowing he has no dominion, the wraith smiles back smugly, wearing his bramble crown, sitting on his throne of dusted bones. Thought you could defeat me? Time to bow down to your tormentor, King of broken dreams in this realm of...
Mesmerised Haunted These indolent moments That drive mad men madder These sorrowful charms You raze all that's not worthy Still, I lay myself at your feet Like a lamb to the wolf Like a single flame to the sun On night's dark wings silence spoke Sweet dea...
Sucked into this endless spiral of my own design. A dark and bizarre hourglass counting down the moments to my own destruction. So step inside, I invite you in to witness my demise. A strange calm as my soul is ripped apart. This is my own Hell.
Scattering Apart
Where does love go when it has nowhere left to go?Jin looked out over the city from the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in Seoul, it was a breath-taking sight. And he hated it. He hated the crowds. He hated the busyness. He hated the noise. He hated the tall buildings. ‘Skyscraper’, such a simple...
Harmless Fun
A micro-challenge given to me by a friend...It was the morning after and fear clung to her like sweat on skin. ‘Let’s spend the night in a haunted hotel...’ seemed a good idea. Fun. Harmless. Wine. Invoking silly chants over an Ouija board. Laughing at jump-scares. More wine. At some point, the can...
Beyond this window the day is bright, but I'm here, surrounded by only Darkness as I walk in the footsteps of those who judge me-- wearing their ignorant stares and whispered innuendos like a shroud. Watching time decay, heart pounding like a fist hammeri...
The Darkest Night - Part Six
Not all tales can be found in books, but all myths are born of truth.“Nooo… what are you doing?” Mary called out, panic gripping her as she watched the scene before her unfold. The woman turned slowly to face her, her expression blank as she observed Mary with curiosity. She raised one hand toward Mary – the one that was n...
Black Chronicles Character Interview Continued
This is the character interview for an upcoming book I'm planning... Feedback welcome...“Come step into my parlour,” He says with charmed guile. I swear that what I hear next is an animal growl, I deep-gutted primal sound that makes even Yohan break his stare and look toward the door. There’s another growl, then something crashing. That...
Black Chronicles Character Interview
This is the character interview for an upcoming book I'm planning... Feedback welcome...“Come step into my parlour,” He says with charmed guile. I shift my weight, the slats of the wooden bench a stark testament to how long I’ve been sitting out here. Am I even in the right place? I check the message on my phone one more time, even t...
The Darkest Night - Part Five
Not all tales can be found in books, but all myths are born of truth.This is what they meant when they said ‘dark as pitch’. Clarissa shuffled along, one hand on the clammy wall to guide her, the other held out to keep her from bumping into something or – much as she hated to consider it – someone. She felt confident that...
You are more than your skin – Hiding in shadows Beaten down by a world Driven by men whose Prowess you threaten You are more than your painted lips – On a journey without a map A quest with no magic wand Instruction manual not included Destination unknow...
The Darkest Night - Part Four
Not all tales can be found in books, but all myths are born of truth.The package arrived at his home on a Monday morning, 10:42 am to be exact. George remembered this because that was the day his assistant, Clarissa, was late to arrive. She had called to apologise, there had been a smash-up on the freeway and while the fou...