Treachery

Dancin’ at the disco

Dancing at the disco

Heart race, his face

Fast beat, my meat

Reaching at the disco
Touching at the disco
Our eyes, my thighs
Boys bet, toilet.

Bastard at the disco
Screwed me at the disco
Took love, too rough
Broke
My
Bleeding
Heart
 

(c) Lily Childs May 2009

Winner - Writers' Magazine Online Forum 'Talkback' One Word Challenge

Poem

Falling Down

Today brings tumbles, trips
And stumbles.
Running ever late.
Limbs are tangled.
Knees get banged, all
At my child's school gate.
Tears are hers, and
Tears are mine and
This does not bode well.
Time to exorcise
My demons.
Damn them all to hell.
'Leave my body'. Clumsy
Imps. 'Be gone.'
'Don't pester me.'
Blame my tired eyes,
Insomnia.
It's the death of me.

(c) Lily Childs September 2009

Fairy Things

There are fairies in my house. I've seen them. They keep peeking at me. They're a lot taller than I expected - maybe that's the domestic fairy. The ones in the wild are definitely diddy.

I wondered today - if I could shape-shift, what would I become? And if I was a good enough shaman to become one creature, then why not another?

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Slightly related to the above; although I am 23,000 words into the main novel - oh dear - I now have another on the go. It was meant to be a 5000 word short story but I couldn't get it down to less than 6200. And it ended with a beginning - so it's crying out to be a series.

If you like fantasy horror, bitter revenge and terrifying beasts with deadly, suppurating wounds - then this might appeal. It's called Magenta Shaman.

New flash (Not news flash) fiction

Just had 'Slideshow' published on Thrillers Killers 'N' Chillers. A little bit of fun. Really.

Today's been one of those clumsy ones. I've been dipped in paint, and splattered with water. I put my camera in the fridge and made a cup of tea without a tea bag. Nice.

There's something buzzing in here, and I can't work out if it's a bee or a nasty fly. The former - it lives; the latter it dies.

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Must do some more work on the novel tonight - it's teasing me, just sitting there; its stripy cover freaking my eyes out.

Someone's about to get their come-uppance. I can feel it brewing. Ooh, she's such a bad girl, my Alex. Hope you don't meet her on a dark night.

Lammas