I've been beavering away on my the current edit of my novel, The Range, in particular making my American character's dialogue sound as authentic as possible. As a result I've become quite fascinated by Americanisms and how they translate into UK English. Most UK folk will probably know the common stuff - side walk for …
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Thaw
Frozen fingers crack. Spring thaw awakens. Winter's chill fades. Flowers bloom anew. Wheat fields rise. Crooked figures creak. Green shoots climb amongst eager limbs. A murder of crows. Pecking. Jabbing. Lifeless eyes patiently bide their time. -o- Breaking free from tormented ice shackles. Flora and fauna. Bone and sinew. Oppressive dark skies expose hungry mouths. …
Blood, Sweat & Stars
An insane drummer hammered inside his chest. B-boom. B-boom. B-boom. Sticky blood rolled down tired fingers. Golden sand defiled from his last stand. Ragged breath rushed over his dry chapped lips. His lungs were sacks of burning coals. Vinegar sweat stung his harrowed blue eyes. Silence devoured the dunes. 0 An orgy of flesh lay …
Just Beneath My Skin I’m Screaming
Linus King, or Lingus Dingus as his meagre collection of friends called him,stared at his journal. The empty pages mocked him. He was scared to put the nib of the pen against the paper because once he started he didn't know if he could stop. He fought against the urge scrawl words about the darkness …
Numb
The guy sat beside me on the bench reckoned the dog's name was Scooter. Not that I believed him. He was an ass hole. His voice grated on my nerves and everything he said ended with "...I reckon." He couldn't stop scratching his hair and face, every few seconds a stray hand rose to pick …
Dave Farmer 