Sins Of which there are Seven Black gates That lock you out of Heaven Which shade Of Darkness will you Pick What Diease of the Soul Which type of Sick We are Human Sin is in our NatureThey are wordsIn our Nomenclature The only choice That we have to Visit Is which type of Sin Will give you their Ticket.
The end of the road was clear now. Where was I going? Who knows. Just, away. Away from here, away from them. Away from her. She had ruined me. Ruined everything I ever had, ever knew and ever was. I was an old temple. Once tall and mighty, worshipped and beautiful. And now I was nothingContinue reading “Rotten Peach”
So week two was almost worse than week one in terms of staying on schedule – as seen from the Sunday upload instead of the Friday (though I was travelling for this one) but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Calling me to the edge of the world That woman’s whisper “Come find me” And I dropped everything To search for her And so here I am At the edge of the world I could not find her Still she calls to me “Come find me” But I have nowhere left to look A flickerContinue reading “Calling Me”
A blooming rose Sits on my windowsill Watering can in hand I feed it well It opens to me A beautiful red A damning colour Beauty can be bad A watereed rose A drowned wife Such an event Enraged me so That when I next saw A blooming rose Waiting on my sill I leftContinue reading “A Blooming Rose”
So I thought that I would go through how I plan my novels (and uni fiction works) to show off one of the many ways that it can be done (and also that all are valid cos mine is pretty odd)
The forces of evil and malcontent were working against me, And it brought down the most thunderous of clouds upon my spirit. It made me want to cry, And yet, do nothing of the sort. In the end I simply sat at my grey window, In my grey room, Looking up at the grey sky. Continue reading “Grey”
Look out, look out For the boogeyman’s about Eating children Robbing graves Stalking nightmares Hiding in caves We don’t know where he came from We don’t know where he’ll go But if he arrives in your town You very soon will know So if your kids go missing And there’s mischief all about You mayContinue reading “Boogeyman”
Let’s go to heaven And dance amongst the stars We can pirouette on Saturn Or dance a tango on Mars We fox-trotted on Pluto Under the cool, distant Sun Ice under our feet A path through Kuiper to run
Today I am talking all about settings and world-building in your stories. What type of settings do you prefer to write or read?