Nessy Writer
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Look Up
The peak rising high Inspires me to now look up Forget trodden mud.
By Nessy Writerabout a year ago in Poets
Vindicta Draconis
There weren't always dragons in the valley. No, if there was something that The Valley had always been, it was exclusive. An establishment that had been run by the same family and associates for over a decade. The characters entering and leaving The Valley all did so with a specific purpose. As to what that purpose might be? Night clubs like this were usually a cover for something. Money laundering, prostitution, drug cartels. Clichés of illegality. But The Valley was different. Entertainment was flashy, extravagant and yes at times smutty or scandalous. Powerful people entered through those doors. Politicians, dignitaries, people who pulled the strings in one way or another. But as far as anyone could prove, it was just a nightclub.
By Nessy Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Forest Council
It was late. Later than she’d realised. But she never normally got lost, she knew these woods like the back of her hand, she relied on that. But this part, this part here was different. She knew that she’d never seen it before. There were no sounds of distant cars or dogs barking, no sounds at all. It was unnaturally quiet. More like a tomb than a forest. And then, a rustle and snap. Like a twig snapping and someone clicking their fingers simultaneously. She gasped as she sensed movement behind her.
By Nessy Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Fools and Lovers
You always think it won't be you. Definitely not. Certainly not. I could never be so foolish. But I am. You are. We all are. We all writhe at night in our sweaty bed sheets alone. We pace the room, fling the window open. Feel the night air flutter inwards tepidly, like a bath that's gone cold. Go back to the bed, punch the pillow in the dark, for comfort, to berate ourselves. I hug it between my knees. And I wonder. How? How could I be so foolish? Why? Why am I? Why do I give? Forget it all and sleep.
By Nessy Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Emerald Engagement Ring
An emerald in an engagement ring has a special meaning. It’s supposed to signify good luck, peace and longevity in a marriage. Marissa sighed. A beam of sunlight was hitting the ring in a vicious sparkle, casting a green light on the wall. She fluttered her fingers so she could watch the green light dance on that cream canvas like a strange firefly. But all of a sudden, the sun went in behind a cloud, and the green light went with it. The jewel seemed duller, and no fluttering of her fingers could bring the brilliance back. Seemed an appropriate omen for what it represented. She sighed again as she let her hands fall to her lap.
By Nessy Writer3 years ago in Fiction
The Labyrinth
The stone walls had that clammy quality that made them seem alive, sweating. This prison was like some living, breathing thing that had swallowed men whole. Rusty, metal bars, it’s rancid teeth. Tomas sat slumped in the corner, observing those around him with narrowed eyes. Every so often he’d scratch nervously at bristles emerging on a face once kept religiously smooth. He wondered what he’d expected when going into war. It seemed so long ago and so childishly ridiculous, the hopes and visions he’d had, that they’d melted clean out of his memory.
By Nessy Writer3 years ago in Fiction