They drank from a glass of wine,
a red stain upon pale lips.
A door to the side, open but an
inch.
Wine spilling through the crack
between frame and floor.
Red, gleaming in the light of little
candles.
A red stain, on pale lips.
They drank from a glass of wine,
a red stain upon pale lips.
A door to the side, open but an
inch.
Wine spilling through the crack
between frame and floor.
Red, gleaming in the light of little
candles.
A red stain, on pale lips.
(28. April 2022)
I'm a Scottish fool who wants to be an author, poet, musician and whatnot, but mainly an author. I'm sometimes known as "Scottish Chewbacca".
I started reading with Diana Wynne Jones, who is still by far my favourite author, and started writing with blurbs for imaginary books that, over time, I grew to want to bring out of my imagination and into the material world.
Be it prose or poetry, I love writing fantasy and I try my hand at science fiction or horror every now and then ― I hope you stick around to see what I write on this site, because I'm very excited to be here.
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