David Jones's Blog, page 1369
June 7, 2012
The Invisible Gardener
Erbert washes funny plants,
with funny names
that grow so very short;
they give way
to funny feet
that walk upon the soil.
late at night,
they dream some dreams
that make no sense at all;
so foolishly,
they seem to think
that they’ll grow very tall.
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A Rippled Past..
A fragmented smile burned itself into his memory. The pain, which was inevitably to come, was almost unbearable. But he was no coward. He showed no fear, no sign of being touched by the painted lips. He intensified his personal glare. He did not intend to break it, not even for a sweet sounding hello. He was stone. Unmovable and sturdy. Not likely to give into temptations, for he had no temptations. No emotions.
That was his world. His mind and his thoughts.
He was wrong.
The smile approached. G...
Skipping Stones
“You can’t skip stones to save your life,” I said teasingly, elbowing Luke as yet another stone plopped into the calm river. “I keep sacrificing all of my best skipping stones for you, and you keep wasting them.”
“I’m hurt!” he said, holding a hand over his chest, his eyes smiling, turning into little crescent moons. The stream gurgled like a newborn child, the sun streaming through the sheltering arms of the trees like our fathers. The wind caressed my face like my mother once did, and the gr...
Are You Afraid of the Dark?
“Night mom!” She calls as she walks down the long hallway to her small dark bedroom.
Her mom calls something in response but the alcohol has already mixed into her blood causing her words to slur and become completely unintelligible not that it mattered. The girl simply ignores her mother, not even bothering to turn back let alone ask what she said. She continues into the calming darkness of her room.
Like other nights she shuts her door before turning around to flick on the over head light s...
Opportunity
I looked him straight in his cobalt eyes with conviction. “Never,” I said without a shred of doubt in my voice.
The boy before me sighed as he pushed his dark sunglasses on his face. He then pushed his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets, looking at me through his black shades. “Why not? You’d have ultimate power, everlasting life, and a purpose. What’s so terrible about that?”
“It’s too high a price,” I said, crossing my arms.
“Fame… Wealth… Romance…” he grinned lopsidedly at me. “What about...
June 6, 2012
8504 Greywell Drive
We had planned to meet at 8504 Greywell Drive, a little to the right of the gated driveway, to be precise. I leaned up against the long, gray brick wall that was a ridiculously high fence to the manor that separated this street from their home. A cigarette dangled out of my mouth. I had been smoking like a fiend all week because I was nervous, nervous for this meeting, for this collision of fate to occur. I knew it was a nasty habit and quite frankly I didn’t care; smoking wouldn’t be the dea...
Squire to Knight
As the knight disappeared into the distance in a cloud of soot and dust, it took all but a moment for the squire to decide to follow him. He waited for a couple of minutes by a putting on his armour; chain mail over boiled leather, a short sword, bow with a quiver full of arrows and a simple wooden shield. He mounted his horse and put his heels into its side and the beast reared and galloped in the direction the knight had gone, passing the mass of charred bodies being tended to by the peasan...
Revised Competition Guidance
Right, now that I have a better idea of how many people will enter etc, here is the general outline of how this will go. On a side note, I am really, really happy and grateful for the numbers of entries, and how many people have taken an interest in this - thanks :) Anyway, here goes:
1) Posts will be published at a rate of 9 - 10 per day. This may seem like a lot - but such is the volume of interest that if it were any less the competition would never end, or rather, the judging of it wouldn’t,...
Growing Up
I’m sorry for everything I said.
All was just pretend.
Let’s rewind back, undue the hello’s to forget the goodbyes.
Writing the memories as fiction.
Decaying them from extinction..
Because unrequited love is soul murder.
Makes me dark like Voldemorts cloak.
