Yes I am a loser,
But why everyone show. .
that i'm worth nothing,
keeping me soo down soo low. .
I see the birds over the cloud. .
flying free aiming soo high. .
Yes I am a loser,
But why everyone show. .
that i'm worth nothing,
keeping me soo down soo low. .
I see the birds over the cloud. .
flying free aiming soo high. .
A short play based on The Townes Van Zandt song "Pancho and Lefty"
"Wait up, Mick." I stood still as my little brother stopped and walked back toward me. "What's the matter, Big Sis?", he questioned with a grin.
“At open day, between Geography and History, he has 10 minute appointments with parents who want to murder their children. It’s more common than you might imagine.”
The Final Part of the saga of Ed, Sal and Marlene... and Nate.
Not sure about this ending. Be grateful for any feedback. Thanks, folks, for sticking with it.
Chapter Twenty Two
“Don’t blame me,” said Mel. “Yesterday craft skills were just a hobby. I know how to decorate eggs, not how to lay them.”
Poem about when someone tries to do something good it all ends up going so wrong
A short story written from a lack of inspiration. This tale follows the unfortunate night-time walk of a struggling artist as he searches for a true revelation.
A young fighter finds life quite different on the other side of the fence...
The play is set in a refuge shelter in Belfast City in the nineteen twenties .
He learnt that there was a poverty in love and a purity in hatred, that if he was to survive he must climb onto the shoulders of his victims to avoid becoming one himself.
Rise to power
Soar to fame
All that's certain
Can't explain
All I feel
Is much to blame
Politicians
Running free
Plutocrats
Not meant to be
Salutations
False to me
Winning losers
others share this habitat,
jealous for venison.
Kevin walked to school with a serious face. He felt like he was wearing a mask but he didn't care. He wasn't going to be funny and cute anymore. He wanted more than anything to be taken seriously.
Jennifer looked at Kevin. Kevin was looking down at his lap.
"I don't think I love Brook anymore," he blurted.
"Why?"
"I just don't."
"You were so obsessed with her."
"Hello, may I speak to Brook?" Jennifer asked.
"May I ask who this is?" Brook's mother asked.