Paul Bell : Writing

The Game Part 2

The Game Part 2

A Story by Paul Bell


The Game. Part 2You did what. You signed on, are you nuts.They all agreed, and they certainly wouldn’t be joining him.The regiment wasn’t..
The Game.  Part 3

The Game. Part 3

A Story by Paul Bell


The Game. Part 3.They would be heading east to checkpoint delta. The young officer a hundred yards ahead would lead them out.At 5 am, soldier (B) wou..
The Bottle

The Bottle

A Poem by Paul Bell


Right I want you to put all your negative thoughts into a bottle.What sort of bottle.Doesn’t matter what sort.Vodka bottle do.Jesus, yes.Okay I&..
Alibi.

Alibi.

A Poem by Paul Bell


Murder is always dangerousThey tend to investigate murdersNow accidentsThey tend to happenRandomlySo, an accident it had to be thenShe liked her bubbl..
The Final Battle

The Final Battle

A Poem by Paul Bell


The bottle was fullJust like their spiritsThey shared as the talk grew louderSpoke of times when drinking was sociableThat was a time agoNow the drink..
The Mural

The Mural

A Poem by Paul Bell


Words on the wall.Go with Paul.So profound.Like a crystal ball.Okay, all coming back.Should have read.Julie, will you go with Paul.But it didn’t..
Alter Ego.

Alter Ego.

A Poem by Paul Bell


You only feel the pain when the blood runs trueOne more lash opens your heartHear the beatThumpingI’m inside youCruelBut you wanted changeI&rsqu..
The Answer Machine

The Answer Machine

A Poem by Paul Bell


Please leave your message after the tone, though I’ll probably never get back to you.Paul- Phil here, can you drive a car with three wheels.Paul..
Three In The Morning.

Three In The Morning.

A Poem by Paul Bell


It’s three in the morningIf I touch your breastsWill you respondOr screamYou screamIt’s three in the morningI listen to you breathingWe br..
The Falling Snow

The Falling Snow

A Poem by Paul Bell


The vultures are circlingLike they knowThe final act of the falling snowTime is waitingCant you seeThe last breath for you and meWe saw it comingBut p..