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Nightmare "Behold - a horse of dark vapour and flames." The creature galloped through the city, hooves clamping on damp cement, beneath towering skyscrapers - of dark metal and filthy glass. I chased it to a brick wall, covered in black paint. The horse vanished. I stood alone. The wall fell. I usually never explain … Continue reading Nightmare
Maggots Blisters ache, they throb, and they scar. I scratch. My skinless flesh leaks pus and blood. Maggot infested are these wounds. And my heart. With lipless lips I whisper to her; "Take it!" - F H Hakansson
Inferno The earth It reeks of corpses And flames and fire And sulphur Screams of agony I descend the circles One more awaits I will not die I will suffer Here Eternally - F H Hakansson
Oceansoul The man hung from a cherry tree. A camera fell out of his pocket. He had taken a picture, of the ocean above the sea. - F H Hakansson
Chew Sometimes I fill the table, with all the food I crave. With a gaping bite, I eat more than I can chew. Until I choke, - F H Hakansson
The Road I walked a road, Of warmth and light, I must wander. I gaze ahead, On a path bleak and steep. - F H Hakansson
So, it finally happened. I have written over 400 pages. Even though it feels like a momentous achievement there is more to be done! Four more major events need to happen so it might, unfortunately, be up to another 100 pages before I call the first draft complete. That would bring me back to 80% … Continue reading 99% Complete
Ornaments of Heaven The ornaments of heaven, reveal no flaws, but the ones carved in flesh and bone. - F H Hakansson
Treasures Forgotten A golden map, to a treasure lost, led men on a quest, for a chest long lost. Death and plague, filled their journey, yet one man survived, and reached the goal. He opened the chest, and found it empty. He grieved, for himself, and the dead. He turned the map, and found it to … Continue reading Treasures Forgotten
Round Feet The sun fell and dark reigned. A man had himself a drink for he felt drained. He walked around with round feet, Until he saw a woman so sweet. He asked for a dance and they tumbled all night, And he brought her home without a fight. They made love in his bed … Continue reading Round Feet
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