A tale of blood, shadows, and spite by Paul Andrew Sneddon Blood on the PavementThese empty streets. The crowd is gone now. Taste of blood in my mouth. Doors closed. Curtains drawn.The police car parked down the road.Siren flashing.Rain pouring down.The detective.Empty Eyes.My father’s man.His blade.Will do what he is told.Always has. Always will.Taste ofContinue reading “The Ghost”
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Burn Brighter
Flick the lighter.A familiar click.Flame.Warmth.Close it,Gone.Look at the side:Black.Blue skull.Life.Death.Old couch.Empty house.But the flame,It’s still there.Somewhere.Flick it open.It sparks back,Burn brighter. (c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
NPC Breaks Free
Some days I feel like an NPC.I’ve only got 100 words.And if you talk to me,I’ll say the same thing.The same thing.Again and again,Until the end of the world.Or the game.Or the day.Press A to Continue.This NPC existence,Just isn’t for me.Every day the same,All the way to infinity.I’m hoping for a bug,Or a break inContinue reading “NPC Breaks Free”
Persevere
Alarm kills the silence,Before the sunrise —I will persevere. Cup filled with coffee,Putting my boots on —I will persevere. Bus stop in the rain,To work for the day —I will persevere. Got a roof overhead,Thinking about the rent —I will persevere. Counting up my coins,Got to eat, got to live —I will persevere. My notebook,Continue reading “Persevere”
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