Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

Was it a flatline or a silver lining?


Was there more gold than glitter?


Would we have men march to war So that boys could come home?

My Son is the last man


The first step is a toe teasing water
And there is a crack in the ice 
The old wound will open again


Everything that starts to rust
Turns to dust


Did you know a sword can die?


The Gods marvelled over their bodies and made a museum in the sky
Everything that isn't gold will start to mould 
And then they won't be so bold


the spades won't be able to dig themselves out
When the Earth cleans out its banks


This race did not have eat or pillage from the
sea and so the Triton flooded with tears for his children
That all men had emerged from the sea
But he had shared some counsel with his children 
And he taught them how to navigate Neptune


Only one boy paid him heed in the hour of need 
And he floated on the face of a world wrinkled beyond recognition, like a portrait of Dorian Gray


the boy shared his tears with the Triton
And with a sigh, he said
"If I was a diamond, I would never die"