And for all the pains and the hurts It procedurally diffuse abroad One may quantify as part of the price paid Because no cross no crown Nothing venture nothing gain Salt and oil, water and gin They are all but a mere shadow Yet with their measure of results Consider then a greater and giant … Continue reading Sacrifice. . .
My best friend died of sickle cell anaemia. She was a slim and delicate thing, fair skinned and seeming to emit light from her very pores. She was always cold and loved to bask in the sun like a strange yellow lizard, closing her eyes and turning her face up to its warm caress. She … Continue reading The Tale of Moon and Sun
Read the first part ____ Frederick was really shaking, he could barely hold the papers still; if he could only get away from here he was sure everything would be alright, so he closed his eyes. He was really big, strong and intelligent. He pulled Miss Hatchet by her hair, and told all the children off for … Continue reading THE OTHER CHILD (2 of 2)
I thought I had lost this file years ago: THE OTHER CHILD, an excerpt from one of my first pieces. Feel free to tear it part with critiques, thanks.