Ignoble – a poem

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Far from expected

But exuding charm

Impossible to resist

Even harder to tame

 

Two titans locked in battle

Neither willing to succumb

Known roles abandoned

Respect mired by desire Continue reading “Ignoble – a poem”

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Delusion – a poem

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Your image was like a memory

A past I yearned for

A fantasy which grew

Until I had been ensnared

 

But then you appeared

Not even a shadow

None to remind me

None to entice me Continue reading “Delusion – a poem”

Ambition Prevails – a Zim short story inspired by “true” events (Part 2)

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I know the general direction to Chiripi’s house. I just run. I pray nothing is following, though I dare not look back. When I see the gate up ahead, a little relief washes over me. But my chest will surely explode before I get there. What if some vile creature catches me before then? What if it’s waiting for the exact moment the gate slows me down? My world becomes that much smaller, and the air is sucked out of it.

I fumble through the gate, panting like a dog, and with my heart at my throat. When I reach Chiripi’s door, I knock frantically. I won’t be taken at salvation’s gate. I knock again. Only now do I look back. Did anything follow me?

When the door is abruptly open, my heart does somersaults, almost jumping out through my teeth. Continue reading “Ambition Prevails – a Zim short story inspired by “true” events (Part 2)”

Silhouette – A Consuming Darkness excerpt

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She descends into one of the virgin forests on the farm. When her feet touch the ground, she hears the crunch of leaves. Her heart leaps to her throat, at the thought of something hearing her. A darkness falls over the forest like the sun has just been swallowed by a dark nebula. She shivers in the cold, yet she knows that she must continue.

As she moves deeper into the woods, she hears something – a female voice, chanting. In the dark, she can only make out a silhouette of a woman on her knees, rhythmically clapping her hands. The sound of her claps drowns out her chants.

Tari moves closer, but cautiously. She only senses malevolence from the kneeling woman. But she was brought here for a reason. Now only a few feet away, she wonders what the woman is communing with. She moves around her.

The outline of a clay pot emerges into view. It is filled with …..blood, or what looks like blood. The woman falls silent and allows her arms to rest. The blood begins to rise. It clings to the sides of the pot like it doesn’t wish to fill it, like an organism desperate not to leak out of its home.

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