This one’s for WanTea.
I got about half way through writing a
book when I was 22 that I can really no longer remember the point
of. Also seeing as I didn’t finish it I can’t really explain what
it was to be about but what follows is one of my favorite images from
what I had finished. Please forgive the poor grammar as I
had not finished it I haven’t edited it either. Let me know what
Walking up the field to meet me I
saw him. His face covered in smoke and blood, showed no sign of
the rage I had just witnessed. He just looked tired and
there was a look in his eyes that I had never seen before in my
life. Was it shame at the things he had just done?
Or pride maybe I just don’t know. What ever it was
I can’t say what terrified me more, the horrors this
man I have known my whole life had just unleashed upon
these poor people or that look.
I have written quite alot
both before and since then. I have even completed a few things
and may at some point put some more up.