John looked down at his wrist watch. The thick darkness forced him to use the dim illumination from his flashlight. He took the tool from the back pocket of his jeans; the cold steel burnt his hand, and he fumbled madly, searching in the darkness using only his fingers to find the button that switched the beam on. Click. He jerked his head away- the sudden burst of bright light blinded him. John had clearly forgotten about the fresh batteries that his wife put in, knowing it would be a long and dangerous trek. Continue reading
Hello fellow readers and bloggers!
As an avid fan and follower of the ‘dark and sombre yet poetic’ style of writing, I have been trying for many years to coax friends into posting their work on my blog. 2 years later, here we are!
Without further ado, I introduce a good friend of mine by the alias of ‘Alfred Adams’. Please read the following post which will be a short story with an interesting ending. About what you ask? Well, why don’t you find out?
A strong noun that stands proud.
Proud as my father, and my mother.
Strongly rooted into history like my ancestors.
This word rings and echoes at times like the warmth of a mother’s embrace
and at others like a cold blade piercing a heart. Continue reading