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Part II of a short story I'm currently polishing up.
Be sure to check out Part I too if it piques your interest.
Hope you enjoy it!
:)
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I first met God in a crowded little pub in Finchley, North London. It had one of those very pubby pub names - you know, the usual: The Gold Goose. The..
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The Day is dead, murdered by the Moon
She's out early, dying to sway and swoon
In her ghostly gown, gleefully she glows
Her shadow - living, loaths..
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The opening to the Prologue of a work in progress. Tell me what you think :)
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Shallow Ocean,shattered Ocean,blue and bleak and blindOh, stupid Ocean!quit your yappingAnd soon enough you'll findyour mindless thrashingwon't get yo..
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All writers are masochists.In a writer's hand, a pen is a scalpel. Paper is flesh. Ink is nothing but twisted webs of blackened blood.Writing is cutti..
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In sleepless nights they call to meIn my dark cabinet they sitThe key behind the dead TVIt unlocks the door to blissBottled ghosts in shrines of glass..
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We sit in silenceA vodka martini between usYou nevereverlook me in the eyebut I can't blame youbecause neither do I
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She no longer speaksSpiderwebs and broken glassFester in her dreams
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My Madness giggles in the darkExhaling smoke and sex and sinIn her gown of ghostly greyShe's as colourless as me
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