Posts Tagged ‘prose’

Hello Reader,

Were in the middle of a heat wave here in the UK. That’s one of the reasons why I’m working at 2:41 in the morning when it’s a little cooler. but i have a poem for you. I hope you like it.

Silence

It was silent

No noise

No sound

Nothing could be heard

Not the tic of the clock

Nor the hum of the fridge

I could see it working

I could see the lights

I could feel the hum

But I could hear nothing

I couldn’t understand it

I feared I was deaf

I went to speak but nothing came out

I didn’t even feel the words leave my mouth

I didn’t understand and what was going on

I began to panic

I searched for a reason

I panicked, shaking, fear filled

I looked around and saw him

I looked at him and froze

He had made the silence

I breathed as I stared at him

His motionless form ridged

His eyes filled with hate

His eyes fixed on me

He hands clenched at his side

I was petrified

Seconds later I woke up

Panting, gasping for air

I was alone and safe

I could hear my rapid breathing

I could hear the hum of my computer

I could hear crickets out side

He wasn’t there

He wasn’t real

He wasn’t around

The silence was gone

The silence was nothing but a dream

The silence wasn’t real

It was a dream

It was a bad dream

It was a nightmare

Let me know what you think.

Happy writing

Simone

Hello Readers

I’ve failed, I’ve missed two day, I suck, I’m sorry but I’ve got a Poem for you, well two, I’m posting one now and one later.

Here we go.

For My Husband

You complete me

You make me smile

You help me

You never judge me

You protect me

You put up with me

You look after me

You show me so much love

I love you more than I can ever say

I love you more each day

I love your little fantasy escape

I love how you make me giggle

I love you and always will

You changed me in so many ways

You changed me in a good way

I love you, I love you, I love you

You are mine and I am yours

You make me so happy

Let me know what you think.

Happy writing

Simone

Hello Reader,

Monday has been and gone, Tuesdays here and though its not a sunny day I chose to be optimistic. Here’s another prose for you, i am planning on give you one a day for this week, next week I’m going to share my own pictures of places around where I live. I live in a city, York UK, that was founded 71AD which means the city is nearly two thousand years old. We have ruins of an Abby, 7 museums, which includes the National Railway Museum and numerous other attractions.

Here’s a prose about the Pagan holy day Summer Solstice, I know I’m a little late but i thought I’d share.

A time for celebration

A time for joy

A time for contemplation

A time for is to enjoy

Watching other s have fin

Picnics full of treats

Dancing in the midday sun

While enjoying all of life sweats

A celebration of life

A celebration mother nature

An expression of life strife

An expression of human nature

This pagans holy day

A day to embrace others

Helps us find a way

To balance our lives for the queen of mothers

Enjoy this day as much as you can with flare

Spend time with those around you

Share life with them who care

Celebration with those who love you

Happy belated Summer Solstice

Simone

Hi Readers

Here’s another prose for you to get your teeth into.

Horror is the dark side of humanity

A way of watching things that scare us

Watching horrors in a safe and warm environment.

Tales of ghosts tormenting, haunting, possessing

Words to chill us to the bone

Films that you shouldn’t watch alone

Horror is the serial killer that’s never caught

Or it’s the one that was but ate his victims

A tale of bloody death, distraction and hate

It’s the ghost or demon possessing something innocent

Possessing a doll, child or virtuous woman

Tales of painful deaths that poison life

From the chilling tale of the exorcist

To the mildly humours Scream

People like the different change from a time gone by

Writing horror is a blessing  and it shows

Creating chilling worlds gives me a natural high

Writing dark tales of murder make me smile

Fiction is sometime adapted from reality

Tales from those around others who have lived through it

Survivors of such unseen horrors

Stick around to read more from my writing archive and over active mind. There is so much more to come.

Happy writing

Simone

Hello readers,

Here’s a little poem to help your Sunday pass by quicker.

Writing is my escape

A manner of leaving my life

A way of experiencing something different

My muse is anything that’s around me

A drive on the motorway

A visit to a museum

I live in a city over two thousand years old

I have an odd, strange life

I know things that would make your toes curl

The fiction that others escape into

The tales of others life of hardship

The different experiences of another person

Characters that entice you into their life

Placed you may never have been

Times gone by where life was different

Waiting in the pages of a book

Hiding in the words

Are people and places I want to immerse myself in

I enjoy giving life to others

I love reading the feedback of others

I love seeing book on sale

Fiction is a wonderful thing

It’s a manner of escape and delving into

Writing is an art

I love writing

I don’t have plans to stop

Stick around and you’ll be entertained

More prose and shorts to come

Happy writing

Simone

Hi Reader’s

I am working on some mini prose to share with you guys. I’ve finished the first proof read of ‘Spilt Blood’ and I’m a quarter of the way through edits.

I’m looking forward to sharing it with you. I love this new series and the main character will give your brain whiplash.

Happy writing

Simone

Hello

The new year has started and with so much going on I am here to beg forgiveness. I have had a busy last few months with appointments, projects, deadlines and such. I have spent the last few months working on three projects and they are near completion and I am currently beta reading for a good author friend Carmilla Voiez and I will be sharing her fable once its out as it is an addictive read.

My over active brain has been keeping me awake as per usual, I am now writing down three to four sets of notes for different and unconnected ideas a night along with typing book one of a series and drafting book five of the same series. As well as completely re-writing four ideas with the same information but a different way of telling the tale.

I have been looking back at some of my older projects and I have noticed one odd thing, my writing has changed in the last four years, drastically so. I am hoping that its a good thing.

My head came up with an oddly macabre poem over the Christmas break and I will post it up over the next few days.

Happy 2014

Happy writing

Simone