The Truth Is Hard"Like a rock" she said,Eyes glinting in the sun,Shining in their purity,blinding everyone.Blink; then continue;"Like a brick; like a bone,Like the urge of a soldier,trying to go home"."Like the pain of what was,And what is still to come"In grief, she bowed her head;With grief she became numb."You see, I lost the one I loved;I don't know what to do,I told him that I would change, He said "It's me, it isn't you.""Yet overtime I came to learn,That what he said was false"With tears she fell onto the ground,Filled with dread and dark remorse."I would rather have lived with his lies,Than to know what I lear
Almost in ComatoseYou wake.Head swimming, eyes glazed over,Throat red and swollen.You throw a leg,Misjudging the distance,Between bed and floor.You collapse,Heavily onto the tatty carpet,Unfocused eyes misguiding you.You grunt.Your body folds upwards,Hands and feet together,Ass in the air.You can't get a grip,You fall again.This time you stay there,Crying aloud;"Mummy!"You poor, poor baby.
Let You GoI'll be your lifeline; Don't sacrifice me for the depths below, Because I will never let you go.
RoadkillLeft for dead on the side of the road,I find myself wonderingJust how long I'll be hereBefore someone chances across meAnd believes me to be more than a dead slab of meatUnfortunately I reek,Of a thousand rotting corpses,And no one in this world,Would dare hazard me a glance,Because I'm far gone as far as they're concernedThe rain starts falling,In a dreary slant of a downpour,Washing from me all hope of salvation,Pulling me into a stream of sorrow,Dragging me from my home on the side of the roadThe stream of sorrow drags me further along,Further away from the home I once loved,Into the outskirts of where I wish not to be,
50 Words of a FightLeft swing, right swing, miss, hit, dodge.I fought like a lion! Boy did I fight!Duck, jump, commando roll, hit, miss, punch.Like a cougar in the jungle!Left swing, jump, roundhouse, back-flip, dodge.I was owning!Chicken wing, slap, hit, dodge, uppercut.Then the mannequin hit me back.
50 Words Of AnnoyanceThe constant clicking, the consistent scratching; the jumps, one after another after another!It drove me insane!My fists clenched, my nose twitched; my eyes evil and green.The anger rose, And rose, And rose.Until there was nothing else I could have done, Except to destroy that blasted tape.
50 Words for a PestThe autopsy was inclusive, and exact. The operation on the deceased lasted only a matter of minutes to confirm the means of death, and the murder weapon. 'How'd he die doctor?''Well sir, it seems he was searching through the pantry for a decent feed,When a mouse-trap got him.'
50 Words of LustLustfully, I stare on; drool leaking from my mouth.Your sweet scent fills my nostrils, your glorious beauty inhabits my soul.My heart urges me to make the jump, my tongue to explore your taste.I step forward hazardously. Should I? Would I? Dare I?'Steak. Beautiful, beautiful steak'Yummy.
Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonetThe light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed
One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning h
Commission: Spoils of a Treasure HunterThe pizzeria had the finest take on synthesising the perfect Supreme pizza; the capsicum sat atop a bed of thinly sliced ham, and the pineapple rested in amongst the olive fragments. Øyvind Herstad considered it a marvelous indulgence; the perfect requisite for his next great treasure hunt with his delectably gorgeous companions Kaitlyn and Kara Walker."Ah yes girls" He spoke intelligently, although not so much the words, as the way he portrayed them across the thin, cool air "Another heist completed, another trophy to add to your walls. It is time however, for us to begin again. I've heard rumour of a treasure crypt in G
The Fall Part 3An image of Hera had been placed in a picture frame alongside Adam's cot; I had placed it there knowing that my best friend would keep watch over my brother from beyond the grave. Every night I had taken to praying for both Adam, my brother Daniel, my father Dale and the souls of the two loved ones I had lost: Hera Smaill and Simaya Watson. So many terrible things had happened to me over my life, and I couldn't pretend that the birth of Adam could compensate for the losses my father and I have suffered. From a family of four, we were the only ones left to remember Daniel, Hera and my mother.The funeral for my mother had been sad. The day ha
The Fall Part 2Today began as everyday begins. I awoke from slumber with an aching back and a thirst for coffee. My dreams of the night were forgotten before I even set foot outside my bedroom door, because, even though the day began as everyday begins, there was one minute detail that was different. Something had changed overnight while I slept, and I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was. So I continued my way to the kitchen to get my days dosage of coffee. I remember standing at the bench, stirring the coffee for what seemed like years while pondering what was wrong. By the time I returned to my normal state of mind, my coffee had gone lukewarm a
Wolf And Man, Part 6Gunderad woke the next morning, refreshed and feeling alive. He stood and stretched his leg, the strength of it clearly outweighed the strength of his other legs. His niece Tynamy had done a brilliant job.Gunderad pondered for a few seconds about the possibility of his sisters four white cubs having the legendary powers spoke of only in myth, as inspiration to the children. 'Nah' He thought, dismissing the possibility, 'It's not earthly.'Gunderad exited his den and bolted quickly to the river, testing his strength. Dipping his tongue into the flowing water, Raj's voice spokesoftly behind him.'I advise you drink plenty' He said. Gunder
Wolf and Man, Part 5Gunderad looked around. Where could Raj be? Gunderad had never known Raj to leave the meeting place without first announcing it to the pack.'Raj?' He called out, his throat forming a loud, low sound, vibrating off his vocal chords. His nose picked up Raj's scent and he chased it around the boulder.'Gawd, your scent is EVERYWHERE!' He cursed at the scent, his limp leg following stupidly behind him. He had learnt long ago that you can't survive the pack, let alone the wilderness if you can't take the pain. He had long since learnt to ignore it, but that doesn't mean he couldn't feel it.Gunderad gave up looking for Raj; his scent was every
Wolf and Man, Part 4Gunderads eyes flickered open; he had no idea where he was. Gunderad heard a faint cry, jolting him back to his senses.'The human!' He gasped, jumping to his feet, only to collapse again. He whined in pain as his hind back leg, weakened beneath him, fell to one side, clearly broken.Gunderad looked up at the top of the waterfall and recalled the incident of last night. The sky now, filled with Sunlight; no cloud in sight. Gunderad ignored the pain in his leg and lept off the boulder and onto the sandy river's edge, his leg hanging loosely behind him.After the owl had taken the child, Gunderad had no way of tracking them in flight, and de
Wolf and Man, Part 3Gunderad looked down the stream, eyes wide as he watched the little human being taken by Huraw; the Water God. When it finally dawned on him what he had done, he took to the river's edge and started running at full pelt for the child, desperate to get it before the rapids. Something about the tiny human made Gunderad feel warm, and he didn't want to lose the feeling.Gunderad lept and ran, dodging trees, rocks, boulders and other inanimate objects. He knocked his nose on a stray branch and fell back whimpering, the pain unbearable.He could feel blood leaking from his snout as he hopped back to his feet and continued his race against the st
Tyran Reference SheetStable FormName: Tyran MouseAge: 13Height: 15 centimeters Species: Big-Eared Hopping MouseFur colour: grey Eye colour: Black pupil/no irisWeight: 45 gramsBest friend: Marty WolfEars: Large/roundedInner ears: Light pinkTail: Long/skinny/light pinkClothes: Not applicableSpecial abilities/attributes: BipedalMind of a childFeral FormName: Tyran MouseAge: 13Height: 15 centimetersSpecies: Big-Eared Hopping MouseFur colour: greyEye colour: Black pupils/no irisWeight: 45 gramsCompanion: Marty WolfEars: Large/roundedInner ears colour: light pinkTail: Long/skinny/pinkClothes:
Marty Reference SheetStable FormName: Marty WolfAge: 17Height: 1.7 MetersSpecies: Anthropomorphic WolfFur colour: Dark pink/bright maroonClaw colour: BlackEye colour: Black pupil/no irisWeight: 70 kilogramsBest friend: Tyran MouseEars: pointedTail: Large/furryClothes: Baggy light blue, short-sleeved shirt,Baggy black, full length pants,No shoes.Special abilities/attributes: BipedalOpposable thumbsFeral FormName: Marty WolfAge: 17Height: 1.3 meters from ground to shoulderSpecies: WerewolfFur colour: Tail: Dark pink/bright maroonBelly: Dark pink/bright maroonShackles: Dark pink/bright maroonBack:
That You'll Be Happy Again"Take my hand let's go,Somewhere we can rest our souls.We'll sit where it's warm,You say look we're here alone."I cry a thousand tears, For losing you was more pain,Than would be feltBy the force of a truck."I was running in circles,I hurt myself,Just to find my purpose.Everything was so worthless,I didn't deserve this,But to me you were perfect."And through my eyes I saw,The perfection you were,And though I lost you in the long run,You were always my still small voice."I'm scattered through this life.If this is life I'll say good bye.She's gone like an angel,With wings let me burn tonight."You can
KnowingThe heart knows only what it desires.The mind knows only if it's right.