Tag: rage

Happy Never After – Room 101

Just a quick 101 words

I haven’t done this for a while.  101 words.  Sometimes a beginning, sometimes an end.  Or even a frustratingly pointless middle.

With rain running down her face Maria smiled as she remembered that first meeting.    Mother said that she’d know when she met the one.  Mother was right.

She loved his charm, that assured way he walked over and god that confidence. Her pulse still raced at the thought, the way he looked at her with those dark eyes and the things she felt when he placed his hand unexpectedly on her arm.  He was intoxicating and too delicious to resist.

“I wonder if he has a brother?” She thought tipping the final shovel of soil over his face and walking away…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whimsy

6 lines of words

Wistful she sits, her heart another’s and lost in fractured thought

to places far and wide she wanders in search of life and love and more

while heavy the bonds of obligation lie and soul so sadly smothered

and then behind her came a tiger and ate her face off and she was dead.

 

Sorry but I just saw the photo and it made me laugh.  I am sure she is meant to be all pensive and comtemplative but really, there is a big frigging tiger behind her and she is a slip of a lass and barefoot so there is no way she will either fight it off or outrun it.

Maybe she’s thinking “Oh bollocks a tiger…” and the tiger is thinking “Hello hello what do we have here you look delicious”.

And why on earth is she wearing that daft dress out in the middle of a forest.  It’s going to get bloody filthy and there’s no way she will get the muck out of it.

Some people…honest.

Hippie Harbour – In the Dark 16

Just a thing about a thing and some other things which ends badly…

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.

 

Theres a place made for folk of a kind

Who are carefree and pleasant you’ll find

But they don’t like to bath

And are quite fond of hash

And all substance to alter the mind

 

But…

 

All is not quite as it may appear

and possessed both of rage and of fear

their minds twisted and torn

by a pathogen born

in the weed and their lovely brewed beer

 

So…

 

Late at night when they ought to be humping

through their veins a dark need is fast pumping

and their hearts turned quite black

and they frenzied attack

driven wild on their neighbours they’re jumping

 

then…

 

and they rip and they tear quite asunder

and they feast on red flesh neath the thunder

and the lightning above

for they now only love

to devour, feast and bath in death’s wonder

 

now…

 

So the moral it seems is beware

if you travel there then just take care

Hippie harbour you’ll see

here the love isn’t free

there’s a cost you might pay, should you dare

 

Intense attraction – In the Dark 14

Today a haiku. True story.

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.

 

 

The flush of teen love

Holding hands for the first time

trouser explosion

Dedicated to Denial – In the Dark 15

So bad I bet you cannot even read it . You’ll see…

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.

 

He does not want what he wants to not want

though he cannot agree more or less

but he did not not know what it was that was said

Though sometimes he was wont to forget

 

Now he did not not never know or think not at all

And he’d never ever never do what was said

and he knew not what he did not ever not ask

that’s as much as he knew now she’s dead

Ravishing Peril – In the Dark 12

A bit like another I did to be honest…

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.

Ravenous appetite

Sweaty brow and trousers tight

No control, stalks the night

In search of victims new

 

Throbbing urge rancid needs

Red raw mouth darkness leads

On shimmer bright his hunger feeds

His bile and hate and spew

 

Neath the stars, cold inky black

He surrenders, can’t turn back

Hear flesh tear and feel bones crack

And he’s refreshed anew

 

Sumptuous and Sweet – In the Dark 11

Just words thrown together willy nilly

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.

Chocolates, sweet and silky on her lips

Reclined and pampered her every whim his wish

Tempted, dark and intense he feeds her desires

Lusting and hungry, deadly and delicious each and every dish

 

And time after time, her palette he teases

Skilled and cunning he caters, her appetites he knows

so with fake smiles and malice each mouthful he ensnares

Curves and comely come here hips slowly grow

 

Slowly time passes, senses dulled and sugar seeped she lies

Gorged and pink and perfectly sickly sweet

He draws the blinds, unsheathes cold steel

And dines, his long prepared and gorgeous bridal pickled treat

Bloodthirsty and Blazing- In the Dark 10

Just words thrown together willy nilly

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.  This was an odd piece for me, a kind of stream on consciousness.  I was sat on a really boring conference call about BIG DATA and just started typing words and this is what came out.  It is not really anything to me and has little meaning and is really just a series of ideas and images thrown together like a big bowl of wordy vomit.

You can see the prompts here.

She rages, face twisted screaming into the wind

Her words drowned out by the crashing shore

Soaked through with the spray of the ocean’s wrath

 

Fists clenched her heart black like the swirling skies above

She curses his name and dies once more at the memories

Eyes wide, nostrils flared bloody teeth flashed in defiance to the raging storm

 

As winds rip and tear, hands raised  to the heavens she bellows, gut spilling over

Her tears mixed with the dark waters swirling around her feet

Her mouth filled with vile truths and swallowed words long unspoken

 

And with her last utterance, winds drop and bow to her rage

Tides calm and retreat, subdued and obedient

She dies a final time and in golden robes rests in light

A few days away.

For the first time in nearly 6 months I have just spent more than a day away from my blog. 

For the first time in nearly 6 months I have just spent more than a day away from my blog.  In the past Ive had the odd spell away, but nothing like this.  For 4 days in fact I have not made a post, read a comment or read anything anyone else has posted.

It was at first rather frustrating but there were these Ikea cupboards that needed to go up you see plus others that needed moving from one side of the bedroom to the other.  Now, in order to achieve that they needed to be dismantled which I kind of managed but then the dismantling was followed by shouting, swearing, sweating and me then apologising to the family for being a complete dick and a quite awful human being.

The second night I repeated my performance, to somewhat of a lesser degree, but again I was a twat and I will admit that I am this point thinking that I have issues.  No matter how hard I tried the combination of my complete ineptness and the quite obvious evil nature of these wardrobes brought out my inner twat.

Another night of it and by the time I had done them all I simply had no joy left in me and found it rather hard to return and it has taken a couple of days of cocktails, Christmas merriment and festive television to get me back to some sort of place where I have both the time and the inclination to write again.

I have some catching up to do I think but just glad my wife didn’t make me sleep in the garden this Christmas really.  She’s a frightfully patient woman.

Merry Christmas

Michael x