Tag: prose

Battle Scars

Battle Scars….

Winter wonderland

Underneath your feet it lays, sparkling white like crystals; the snow crunching with each footfall. Ponds stay still, covered with a thick sheet of ice; the animals waiting for it to thaw. Shining snowflakes drift down from above, covering the earth with its many layers of beauty. Shards of ice and down from roofs of houses, decorating them with their diamond like looks. Trees … Read More Winter wonderland

Robbers

Through the lasers, shining bright There it sits, lighting the night The gem is on its way to be taken, Hopefully with out it’s beauty shaken They slip between the deadly lights, Taking things without any rights In their grasp it sparkles and glows, How they got there nobody knows Once again they slip through the beams of light, Giving people a sense of … Read More Robbers

Photo shop

Looking at all the pictures around you, it makes you shrink…..

School Photo

I settle down into a leather armchair and broaden my shoulders. I pat my hair to check for lumps, not that I care. This year, mum was very enthusiastic that I would have a good school photo. By enthusiastic, I mean that she was fussing over my hair every five minutes, and that she gave me a ‘cooling cucumber facial mask’, whatever that was. … Read More School Photo

A frail old man sat on a bench, motionless……

My Dog

That’s my dog….

The year 2790

The earth was corrupted….

The night sky was the colour of tar…..

A young girl stood at the edge of a lake, transfixed….

Roman Times

When I open my eyes, an instant uneasiness fills me. I turn to the world known coliseum only to look away again to spare my eyes from the blood and gory. A shiver runs down my spine as the sound of shrieks and bellows from the gladiator fans reverberate through my mind. The smell of exquisite wines and breads waft down from houses with … Read More Roman Times

In the middle of a field, stood a tree. It was full of life, yet dead. It was fruitful, yet bore no fruit. This may not make any sense to ones mind; how can something be alive and dead? And how can something have and not have fruit at the same time? Well, this is why. Half of the tree was glorious, speckled with … Read More

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