Robert Hammond
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Some words here. Some words there, their and they're
Stories (11/0)
Artificial Intelligence
Procrastination on words, while music waits for lyrics, and I have stopped waiting. But I am still writing. The silent word on screen. Not the like the workout. Not like the exercise. Like the warm up. Like the recognition of me beginning a new task. The same as any other task you begin. Should be carried out with the exposure that when you finish they almost already know you were the one responsible. After all your time is passing. The words that were never written they weren't I know they weren't because I never wrote them and why did I knot write them because or hesitation because I seen other writers speaking about how writers block was a thing and though oh how come I never got that maybe I'm due a case of writers block, here it is then I guess I should just stop writing right now and never finish a story again. Never put the ideas I know I have on to paper or on to type out. To leave them a mystery. Is this just a warm up to have my words flowing okay? I'm not sure but I know I can link them up in sync in order and even to rhyme, all it really takes is dedication and time. Can my words flow better if I just rhyme them all? Because without an abrupt end the story might never end. The link to the next, as I type the text. So then what really stops the writing is it the indecision on a topic? Or the thought that I shouldn't over do it. Is it the subconscious mind being convinced we are not capable of producing good work due to the way we speak to our self.
By Robert Hammond2 years ago in Futurism
You Look Different
"There wasn't always Dragons in the valley'' Malakai said to his mother as she sat with a few of the villagers. "They don't be around often, but they can come out of hiding and there is not much we can do but hope our fighters can fend them off and protect the village before they pass!" The woman watched through the door way,
By Robert Hammond2 years ago in Fiction
The Wrong Right Way
Belfast streets at this moment in time were just that bit easier to make your way around then they would be in the years to come. The 2nd of April 1912 in Ireland, the country on the brink of divide politically which would ultimately lead to decades of war. A year that would directly lead to riots on the very streets this story takes place, currently on standstill.
By Robert Hammond2 years ago in Fiction
Broken Hearts and Bed Springs
I put pages together with the intention of helping people learn more about relationships. his was written in a notepad over the last year so I've taken the bits that need to be reshaped and added them in an order that seems like a good start..
By Robert Hammond2 years ago in Humans
The Samurai's Whisper
When someone would ask about the Banshee, a mix of answers would always accompany it.. as would a mix of question's. Firmly held in history as a female presence from Irish folklore, that weeps and screams prior to a death she is confirming is going to occur of the family she belongs to.. or in sight during a time of grieving. There are many other ways of telling if she is ever near by, she is said to be seen combing her hair. She keeps to herself, and then seen weeping or crying.
By Robert Hammond2 years ago in Fiction
The Samurai's Whisper
After pacing as fast as his heart, he dived behind a felled tree and peered over the mossed and cracking bark to see if there was anyone chasing him. Realizing he had bridged enough space between himself and them he placed the swords on the ground and began to crawl back over the footprint's he had left behind. After dragging himself through the dirt for about two minuets he began crawling backwards, rubbing away an covering his footprint's with the leaf and wooded debris that coated the floor.
By Robert Hammond2 years ago in Horror
The Samurai's Whisper
A horse cantered up over the horizon. In one hand the rider held a meter long blade, in the other the reins. He looked out over the open valley as the warriors below noticed his arrival. Acting on instinct and survival they took positions of advantage and cover as they noticed the distinct armour, that directly signified what they were about to be facing. The moon light caught the highlights of the armoured plates that covered the rider and the horse. The Samurai.
By Robert Hammond2 years ago in Fiction