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  1. A Short Horror Story

    by , February 18th, 2021 at 11:47 AM (Scrawlings From The East)
    The Mirror Man


    For three weeks, all the mirrors in my house had been turned to face the wall. Perhaps, I speculated, he would lose interest and leave me alone. He had been there all along of course, but I never really considered him anything more than a figment of my imagination. I pictured him sniggering at my inability to exorcise him, waiting and waiting for that day when I could pluck up the courage to face him again. Today was that day.

    Oh yes, I thought
    ...
    Categories
    Fiction
  2. A Poem For The Disenfranchised

    by , February 6th, 2021 at 08:27 AM (Scrawlings From The East)
    Fag and a can

    Got me sen a fag and a can
    Two black eyes cos I’m the man
    Tattoos and dots on me face
    Scars and jeans to hide me grace
    Sovereign rings on every knuckle
    Think we’re cool but our mover’s chuckle
    Payin’ through their eyes and nose
    So we can trash it with the bros
    Shake it out and strut our stuff
    Violence is a poor man’s bluff

    Got me sen a fag and a can
    A girlfriend and a brand new pram
    Six
    ...

    Updated February 18th, 2021 at 11:50 AM by TheMightyAz

    Categories
    Poetry
  3. A Sea Shanty Poem

    by , February 4th, 2021 at 11:59 PM (Scrawlings From The East)
    Bumbling Burrow

    In bumbling’ burrow of barrowill wood
    Where the bumblebee Bernard was mumbling
    An oath of a groat for cutting ones throat
    While kicking a juggler jugglin’

    “I swear I will kill’ ‘im,” he spat while a-swillin’
    And croonered a pooch name of saphron
    The swirls of her hair shished shoulders of pearl
    As she pranced by the splash of a lantern

    Now Bernard’s big belly was fizzlin’ and swelly
    Cos he’d gulped
    ...

    Updated February 5th, 2021 at 02:30 PM by PiP

    Categories
    Poetry
  4. An experimental narrative poem

    by , February 4th, 2021 at 11:32 PM (Scrawlings From The East)
    Coats For Wings


    I watch the others from the window of my second floor flat, engaged – as they often are – in aimless chitchat. They have scripted intent and are preoccupied with the humdrum activities that stuff an ordinary life. I envy those flat stones, the way they skim across the surface of this vast, bottomless ocean.

    I lift a cigarette to my mouth and hold it steady for exactly three beats before drawing. Smoke fills my lungs and gathers there, before
    ...

    Updated February 18th, 2021 at 11:52 AM by TheMightyAz

    Categories
    Fiction
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