This is a tale for a little bit of amusement. A short story of sorts. Something different from me, and light-hearted for you. I hope you enjoy…. Oh, and I wrote this when I was fourteen #NoExcuses #ItShouldStillBeGood One day. JR Manawa. “Lift off in T minus 10……9……8……” Distantly Amy could hear the smooth voice…
Month: November 2012
The flower boy
Would you prefer fairy tales or poetry? Dreams and visions, or pain? Would you like to be built up and given hope, or stripped down and laid bare? Let’s start you off with some pain… the flower boy. JR Manawa. In the deep valley where the special flowers grow They bloom and they dance and…
Me, the storyteller.
A story to tell, a tale to weave, words are there to carve and twist until they do what you want. Until that moment where you close your eyes and see the tapestry I am weaving in vivid colour and striking pain, I have not succeeded. Not until that moment where you see the mountains…
This side of darkness 