Dilated, my mind zoomed back to the little voices bouncing on the backseat, fit to burst at the thought of somewhere new to go, hope & sorrow buds yet to bloom or wither on the bursting sap of their bright boughs, the calculus of their experience yet to weigh #vss365 #7daytale
Tag: Writing
#lovelines 26/11/18 Sail
Sails draped across the horizon. No Hex could keep this magnitude, this shroud of ships away. I watched my heart sink in still waters. I could not swim to get it. Wind stirred. Clouds scudded. Tears held in like pain. A storm was coming.
#Thurds Act (of Love)
It was an act of love,
Letting go,
As her fingers slipped from his,
Salt tears in sea spray.
They’d change the fate of cities,
The Augurs said.
He watched the sun set over Troy,
Sinking with his heart.
#thurds
#vss365
#bardbits
#poetry
#poem
#love
#hexilicious
#lovelines 19/11/18 Share
Her momma told her good girls always shared. Just as well she’d failed at good. She had Hexes in her blood and vengeance on her mind. No time for sharing, good or momma now, just pain and payback, Hexer style.
#17/11/18 SunWIP
He’d not tell any further lies.
Or hurt another.
She’d locked his soul elsewhere.
She’d sealed it with a kiss.
One down, one to go.
#SunWIP, #vss365, #amwriting, #writing, #hexilicious
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Words
Inspiration also thundered forth in Words, sun cast in the break of dawn, and banished dark constraints that sought to mute them.
Words, what Business had the Dark to keep them and the joy they brought, from those Souls open enough to understand them.
Extracts from my Upcoming Novella “Red,” WIP for NaNoWriMo18
#BookishTues 13/11/18 Business
The big bald bully leered, droit de bollocks, as he bounced about the women interns, in a room of mostly men, until his laces tripped him and red face met the floor. Business concluded, her fingers twitched. Hexilicious #BookishTues #vss365
Service, Interrupted
My New Short!
5,000 Word entry for Owlhack October 2018.
This was a ton of fun to write, and good practice.
Hope you enjoy the result!
A man on a mountain, a phone, no battery, no reception, no clue.
A modern day Marlowe, sort of, with magic.
Could he keep his promise and find his mojo.
And would he keep one, or both girls waiting.
#NaNoWriMo18 – “RED” – We’re Off!
She hated the forrest. Well no she didn’t. Not exactly. Not really. But it was always watching. Reproachful. Accusatory. She didn’t visit anymore. Well why would she. Things to do. Things to see. Wolves to hunt.
She watched the tall dark Waiter, and yes he was a relative stranger, but she knew his kind, as he whispered something at the rear counter. A tall thin woman, long red hair pony tailed, worn dungarees and apron, blushed faintly as he passed her by.
She sipped her her tea from a china cup, foo print dogs chasing their tails. Indeed. Or worse. Men. They’d never learn.
This one certainly hadn’t.
© Greg Richards
Wolf (A Poem from my Red Cap Chapbook [in progress])
A Wolf, by any other name,
Snake skin shoes,
Leather pants,
Bling to spare,
Walking, talking, taking,
Footfall falling,
As he padded past
Book Stacked Shelves,
Artic eyes
Yellow peeping through,
Wulvine, wept, and weird,
His wyrd the woman
Walking so,
Her scent heavy
In his snout,
Blood thunder,
Bang the rage,
Hunger pounding,
Body calling,
Led by loins,
Whilst woman wondered
What withered
Where his heart should be,
The sound of flesh on flesh
An echo in that space,
Love long since left
Unlikely back to be.
At the children’s shelf,
Whilst she waited,
Ruby red her puckered lips
And matching bright red pumps,
Red Caped Girl in hand
She turned the page,
A new tale soon to tell,
Spellbound he would be.
Blessed be.
© Greg Richards
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