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THE CHRONICLES OF MERTH - MER'S DAY OUT CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I sat down on the ground because my feet hurt. Sarafina stayed standing, but after a while, she too, sat down next to me. "What are we going to do?" I asked.
Cherry

Blow

Room scattered with the things, that every days are made of. Rotting food from days ago. Stale curls of crisps. Her body is a centerpiece. Its skin iced, diced, puffed.

RED SKATE CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Charlie and I both went running to Barker's cell. We were met with the horrible sight of Barker dangling from the ceiling; rope around his neck.

Father to her daughter

Father to her Daughter

Fascination for Life

I’ve never been awake at odd hours of the day. So she was radiant, and then she was tender and then she was laid. I slept again.

LEZZIE-ASON CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Oh my God!" I screamed. "What is it?" May asked, coming over. "It's divorce papers," I told her.
Cherry

Novel Extract; Two

...the other zigzagging sutures that held her arm and leg muscles to the bone...

The Chronicles of a Soda Can

A Soda Can's horrible journey through the "Buffalo Rock" factory.

The Institute

A man falls asleep in his home, and wakes up in a small cell at a place called "The Institute."

David and the Unpleasant Odor

The tale of a young man's trip to the therapist.

The Watch Box

An underestimated worker finally gets her revenge.

Game Over

A gamer soon becomes so entangled with the gaming world, that he soon begins toconfuse virtual with reality.

Differnt

I don’t belong To the normal stream Of life. What I do in life, How I do it, Why I do it Belong to me. Who I am, Why I am, Are me And is what changes me— From being you.

Dreams

Imaginative worlds, Filled with things impossible, unrealistic Only coming When all else is blind. Escape from the world. The real world, Filled with what-ifs, could bes’, should bes’

Letting Go

Fate brought me to you, A few slip of words And it began to happen. Your words helped comfort me When all I heard was bad. You helped me speak up When I thought my mouth had been glued shut.

Bombs

Bombs falling, dropping— One by one— On what we built What was once Beautiful, happy, good. Now, instead. Is the barren, blazen Field of death. A child lays isolated, Torn and beaten

Care

Feeling bad deep inside I feel that all I can do Is cry. But crying alone, Is something I can’t do. I look for those who brought me, And find them, Only interested in caring

Regret

Wrong words. The wrong phrase The wrong action The wrong smile, Changes everything. Twists and alters What was there. All I can think of now Is what I did wrong

Snow

Frozen, drifting from the sky above Twilight of grey clouds Streaming gently through the sky A flurry of frozen tears.

Birds

Majestically soar Float on the wind Fly through the sky.

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