My Youth In Years | A preview of my new project

As I’m trying to ‘get back’ into my writing, I thought I would experiment by using autobiographical snippets of my childhood. Format wise, I opted out of the normal chronological order and instead flip backwards, then forwards and so on. Please read the beginning of this project below; I’d appreciate any feedback on style, format, language, flow, content. I’m really open to advice from a fresh perspective. Please feel free to leave comments at the end of this ‘preview’.

Thank You.

1986

Casting my mind back to the long hot summer months of the mid-eighties always fills my heart with warmth and fond memories. Big burning golden afternoons followed by pink sunset skies as the unforgivable heat gave way to a relieving cool breeze which seemed to drape over our bare arms and shoulders. I replay those thoughts in my head and it’s like a viewing of an old VHS tape or Camcorder video, the images are ever so slightly tainted and distorted, but the colours and sounds as vivid as ever. I can still hear the laughter and joyful screams of child’s play, while the smell of the trees we used to climb and the warmth of the grass we used to lay on are as clear as yesterday.

1979

It was the 28th of November and apparently a cold and late winter’s evening. The North of England, a small industrial town set some miles outside of Manchester, was where I was to be born. Amongst the backdrop of run-down cotton mills, factories and the large bleak barren moors, my Mother was preparing to give birth to her second child. A boy. The labour was long and drawn out and not without its complications. So much so, that immediately after my dramatic arrival, my Mother was in a critical condition and there was a very real risk that Death was to all too quickly follow Life. The irony was certainly not lost when I discovered that day was a Wednesday.

1994

During my early to mid teenage years, divorce was somewhat of a rarity amongst those that I knew and associated with. It just seemed to be that all my friends had a Mum and a Dad and they were together and happy. My childish naivety allowed me to continue through my high school years believing that my own parents were immune to this curse. Our family was solid as a rock and although as the months went by and things started to feel a little strained at home, I was at least comforted by the fact that I had my Mum, and I had my Dad, my big Sister was there and we were all together. It was one early morning before school, as I was getting ready that I had noticed while walking past the living-room doorway, an alarm clock set on the floor. With an obvious curiosity and unassuming approach I proceeded to ask my Mum why it was there. In no more than a sentence, I had learnt that my Dad had slept on the settee the previous night. Within a couple of weeks, he had moved out.

Animalistic | Creative Writing Challenge: Metamorphosis

mattaspden28:

Originally posted 18 months ago, time to revisit one of my more popular pieces.

Originally posted on mattsden101:

Those naughty biochemists have been busy again, and have accidentally released a powerful mutative toxin into the water supply by mistake. Result? People left, right, and center are transforming into the animals they most resemble (in character, or looks) by the light of the full moon. 

Tell us the tale of a human-animal transformation.

~ANimALisTiC~

CHAPTER ONE

The midnight moon reflected brightly over the water of the river bank, the long reeds gently swaying in the warm breeze. As Anna removed her bikini top she felt alive again. Sure it was risky, there was an element of danger, but that’s the one thing Anna never did…play by the rules. With a cheeky grin, Geoff surveyed her body. His lustful eyes lingering over every curve. As he went to touch, Anna quickly brushed his advances away with a playful slap.

“Not until we’re in the water Mister!…” Anna reminded him, “…and…

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Heart of the Wishing Well | A Poem

Follow me, I have a secret to tell

It waits in the heart of the wishing well.

This garden hides faeries, but bogeymen too.

So I am going to share this one with you.

Take a look down, lean over some more

Stare into the darkness right down to the floor.

Listen carefully so this won’t be forgotten.

“Tell me what you find, when you fall to the bottom”.

 

 

 

Sometimes | A Poetic Tribute

After hearing about the extremely sad news of Robin Williams passing early this morning, it struck a chord with me personally. Depression has many levels and affects many many people in different ways. Some people cope…some…don’t. I was inspired to write a small piece of poetry in honour of an amazing man who brought so much, to so many.

 

Sometimes it’s a desperation, sometimes it’s a head full of lead.

Sometimes it’s a endless nightmare, sometimes you’d rather be dead.

Sometimes it’s a saddened heart, sometimes it’s a distorted mind.

Sometimes it’s a fear within you, sometimes it’s a daily grind.

Sometimes you just can’t explain it, sometimes it’s always there.

Sometimes you let it beat you, sometimes it isn’t fair.

But sometimes the days are lighter, sometimes the fog does clear

And sometimes the love of others reminds us why we’re still here.

Belong | Original Lyrics #1

Tonight is moving so fast and I just want to be with you.
But I’m stood still, waiting for the clouds to break through.
The night will fade around us, a chance for us to see.
That time aint running out on you and me.
No, we got each other, and the days will last.
They will keep on coming, they’ll become our past.
Yes, we have a future, when tomorrow comes.
Without you I’m lost.
But with you I belong.
Yes I belong.
Yes I belong.