Icarus Falls – poem
Author: SamanthaJWright.com
Asking for It – Trigger Warning SA
Trigger warning – themes of sexual violence
Bluebottle Husk – Trigger Warning
Trigger warning. Explicit 18+
The Voice
Did you ever hear a sound that no one else could hear and then it turned out to be your imagination? Maybe you heard a car pull up outside or you thought you could hear a phone ringing? It happens to us all I guess. Trouble is it happens to me a lot – especially just lately…
Cold – A Reverse Suicide Note (Trigger Warning)
Trigger Warning – suicide topic
The Executioner
The first time he had seen justice, he was four years old and yet nothing special in form still. A weedy boy. Skinnier than most children but fairly clean at his mother’s insistence. His hair was the colour of sun baked cow manure, his lips thin and nose stubby. The almost too large eyes he… Continue reading The Executioner
The Amazon House
These people aren’t people, they are gods, she decided. They had no need for moon or stars to navigate the nocturnal seas in the way that her people did. They had strange tools instead. Talismans perhaps. She tucked her chin deeper into her grizzled wolf pelt, breathing air into it so that it may warm her briefly instead of being swallowed immediately by the ungrateful sky.
The Scourge from the North – Part 2
“There you go,” he said, when they arrived outside a snug looking little cottage. A light was on downstairs and voices could be heard from inside at a subdued level.
“There is nothing we can do just now, Korah. It’s just too dark. We’ll try again in the morning,” said a male voice.
“Thank you James,” said a woman’s voice dejectedly.
“Mrs Manrara!” yelled the man at Hunter’s elbow. “Holly’s been found! Come quick!”
The Scourge from the North – Part 1
Hunter’s lips curved upwards slightly as he watched the water burbling gently over the rocks. The ravenous swarms blighting the land had spared several thickets of Purple Tympany and these stood defiantly at the water’s edge, propelling their tiny black seeds far and wide. Near the curve of the river where a lone heron kept watch for that tell-tale flash of silver, a straggly bed of emerald reeds undulated slowly; their leaves whispering soothingly to the drunken nano bees roaming from flower to flower. May had not yet arrived but there was a definite stillness to the air, a lull in the proceedings between spring and the onset of summer…
Rehima
Over 18+ only. Violence. Trigger warning.