Michael. J. Davies
I am an aspiring author. Whether it's short stories, poems or children's stories.
Any honest or constructive criticism is very welcome
The trouble with Hector Blake
T Every morning the sun would rise, along with a fresh hope that he and Bob would find refuge. A hope that would prove futile because, like it or not, he had become invisible. He did not exist in society. He had become a statistic, a stain the world wished could be washed away.
When the Beast takes hold.
My state of mind is somewhat compromised; unstable. Never before have I felt this free, my inhibitions are down. There is nothing stopping me from ripping someone’s throat out and feasting on their flesh. There is no self-control. My cage no longer restrains me. Freedom... it’s a strange word; yes, I feel free, but I do not have freedom. My thoughts are not as they once were. Being kind, honest, thoughtful, loving. Emotions and feelings that are. . . Well, human. I am human of course. . . I think.