tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368600192011-12-23T00:01:13.014-08:00Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860019.post-24160902010370224542008-03-04T07:16:00.003-08:002008-03-04T07:16:59.286-08:00

You're one in a million, Alive and carefree, Perched on the crest of a wave.Ten thousand bright stars Glimmering down at you, Below - just a glimpse of a grave.Surrounded by thousands of Others just like you, You hide just the same with a mask.A hundred times over You pray someone finds you, But specialty is too much to ask.Ten times broken You sink through the cracks, And finally come to your

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860019.post-42617687734700735712008-03-04T07:16:00.001-08:002008-03-04T07:16:31.010-08:00

She crept carefully down the long dank passageway. Her soft footsteps gave a slight echo as her foot disturbed a broken stone, causing her to take an involuntary deep breath. The mouldy stench filled her mouth and made her splutter. The noise echoed eerily down the passageway, and she immediately pressed her back up against the slimy wall and extinguished her candle. The smoke from the snuffed

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860019.post-18986204249529692792008-03-04T07:15:00.000-08:002008-03-04T07:16:03.539-08:00

Andlan's story.He hadn’t expected to see her. Not now at least, and not like this. She was wandering through the small market outside, slowly working her way up Apple Lane towards Main Street. She was inspecting fruit with her careful eyes and slender hands, totally oblivious to the crowds around her. He was riveted by her presence and couldn’t keep his eyes from drinking in every part of her.

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860019.post-73715257190270633262008-03-04T07:14:00.000-08:002008-03-04T07:15:02.380-08:00

Gilbert stared up at the growling lorry, which cast a looming shadow all around him. He felt small in its presence, and totally overwhelmed. It was at times like these that he understood how ants felt when he trampled them. The tyres alone were four times his height, and the way they gradually inched forward, swallowing up the ground below them, breaking twigs like they were straw, made a shiver

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860019.post-24795946257016279412008-03-04T07:13:00.000-08:002008-03-04T07:14:14.788-08:00

The little Flame burned a slight orange colour, and winked and danced like a flickering flag. The soft burning tendrils swelled and curled, emitting a hazy pink smoke that was slowly swept away by a light wind. In the warmth of the heat the flames melded into a soft yellow and white, edged in the purest crimson. As he slowly burned his way along the cliff edge he casually pushed away fragments of

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860019.post-1903405082024290592008-03-04T07:11:00.000-08:002008-03-04T07:13:18.419-08:00

As I sit and type yet another million words dictated by someone less interesting than me in an office with an atmosphere not unlike the ghastly gaseous and unbreathable venus, I watch the clock. Tick tick tick... Tick tick tick... I watch it and wait, then turn to type again. This existence sucks... it reeks of failure and stagnant servitude. I'm replaceable and unimportant, yet minute to minute

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860019.post-520571409426637802007-07-05T05:06:00.001-07:002008-03-04T06:56:01.524-08:00

I met Jack in the autumn when the leaves fell from the trees like golden stars. It was many years ago, and we were both young then. I only ventured out because the falling leaves gave me a sense of ascendance. Their continual fall downwards kept me in a state of perpetual elation, which lasted through the rest of the year. Perhaps that was why I loved him so deeply. My heart was open, and when I

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36860019.post-19334812812942471272007-05-19T09:06:00.000-07:002008-03-04T06:56:15.164-08:00

...and it seems to meThat the trees sway like beesThat swarm over seasLike a southern bound breezeIn the streets of the citiesWhere the cars and the pleasOf the people bound like fleasOn the roads and setteesClaiming life with more easeAs they sit where they pleaseDriving coffins with wheelsDown the lanes like hurried eelsAnd it feelsLike it seems,Tainted roads, like oiled seasThat suck the life

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151noreply@blogger.com0