Love, Life & Loss

Roses

Roses Are not red But stained With the blood That has bled From the hearts Of those Left for dead In the wake Of your flawless Beauty And unrivalled Cruelty

Short stories

Writing Challenge: Footsteps In The Dark

At a creative writing group yesterday, we were set a task of creating a short passage (either an introduction to a tale, or a story in its own right) based on the following brief given by the organiser, off the top of his head: Night. Edge of a forest. A girl/young woman is walking. Full… Continue reading Writing Challenge: Footsteps In The Dark