Featured Challenge #4 – Memories – Text #1 

Memories

by The Gold Hourglass

Crusted blood on my shirt, arrows shot fast at me, and yet I sensed no fear. I sought revenge for the day I was thrust into the depths of dark fear.

Images of that day always flashed before me. Images of my father, my brother, and my betrothed lying in a heap with their throats slit. The sound of Evil’s laughter in the form of my cousin, our general who had turned on us. He did this to taunt me to remind me that he was in control.   Continue reading

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Featured Challenge #7 – Time – Text #2

 

About Time

by B.

I require a sharp harness, a remote, high-tech device to take control.

I cannot wait. It is slipping away. Evading. Passing by.

I cannot capture it. I cannot pause it,

Nor stop it, I need to tame it,

Bend it to my will

Expend it,

Yet it is

Speeding by,

Disappearing, reappearing

Turning back, skipping forward,

It is a slippery matter. It seems to roar, evolve

And revolve with a will of its own. It waves a sense of fate.

History. Destiny. I need to escape. Still. Relentlessly, it shoves it in my face.


First published on Diary of a Soul Writer