"Are we safe here?" "No where's safe these days." "I don't mean to question but–" "Then don't." "Sorry. Have you been here long?" "Weeks." "I barely stay put more than a few days. They seem to know where you are after a while don't they?" "Depends if you're smart about it." "I must be dumb …
Category: Writing
Darkfire Sunrise
Salvation. "The angels are coming to save me!" Rose pressed her hands to the glass and wept. She needed to beckon the angels to their sanctuary so they could save her. After weeks of torment, locked away in a strange place, she longed for a sign it was all over and she could be absolved …
Buddha Rocks – Dem Bones
Step up now! Don't be shy! Come see the Magnificent Skeleton Parade! See them shake, rattle and dance. With top hats bouncing. Canes twirling. Trumpets blare. Drums declare. Marching there! Dem bones. Dem bones. Dem dry bones! This image is called Dem Bones. Okay, so I broke my #sixwords rule on that last line but …
Buddha Rocks – No Blur to Blur
My lonely tracks yearn for steam. Whistles and thunder. Passengers and hope. No steel wheels on polished rails. No clickety clack on train tracks. Golden age ransacked. Speed and haste. Raging silence conquers desire for motion. Long time to sit and wait. Graced by tormenting blur. Swift. Silent. Memories are relinquished by passing time. Clacker …
Buddha Rocks – Where Zombies come from.
Check out. Check in. Slumber. Awaken. No pool. No WiFi. No rest. Chill of night. Groan and shiver. Midnight's hour is close at hand. Rattle your bones. Hunger for flesh. No mere graveyard but Zombie Hotel. This image is called Where Zombies come from. If you’d like to join in get yourself over to BuddhaRocks …
Dave Farmer 