A poem about dreams and nightmares and the mystery and terror they can bring.

A story written in verse, as a poem.

I said I wouldnt start until the summer, but it feels like summer now. Thought id but out a potential start of the story out and see what feedback I get. Hope you enjoy it. Ok so I have now started to add more, as my creative moods are starting to come around more often.By the way, as I have not written or read anything for a while now this story will not be perfect, however after it or a chapter is done I will finely tune it and the spelling.

A little poem inspired by listening to too much of Metallica’s Load and Reload albums.

We must be a witness while we can, because those going to Hell are without Hope, unless we go out and try to reach them.

A cute little narrative about a guy’s transformation and rebirth.

The super market is a place were your little angles become little devils.

Why must some people act this way?

A narrative about the state of society in a pocket of Australia in 1976, and how a despondent impressionable teenager viewed it.

The void of spirits.