Wow! What a year it has been, the good, the bad, the dangerous? Cast aside to my think bin.
I set a few goals, a bit of this, and some of that; nothing has made me happier than writing. Though, after another 12 months of trying to play catch-up and not having the time to complete all I know I can. After 12 months of consideration, I have decided to take a break from blogging – it won’t be forever, just until June 2022.
I want to thank every one of you for supporting and inspiring my life. 2021 has been quite the challenge, and I officially recognise, I need to take a step back from this and focus intensely on my main goal. Of course, I will continue to read other blogs and show my love and support for my fellow Creative Writers – But for now, Crow and I shall fly through the skies in the hopes to return to you in two thousand and twenty-two.
They would like to participate in your event when they’re riding along for free. They tag along right beside you when the attention is warm, and the vibe feels right. I guess I automatically become a log fire, lit and burning bright during the winter nights.
Until nothing but cold ash moves gently, like a man that just been shot five times in his right leg. Then pain is evident, but the blood eventually starts to curdle. I know nothing. I know that I know nothing. I know you’re tired of thinking it.
They limp beside me in fake association when I call out for help. The dialogue translates into this: Me: Help me! Them: I’m here. Me: The problem is… Them: I’m here to help but I’ve just got to run home and turn off the oven. I’ll be right back!
11 days later Me: #Winning Them: Hey! Hope you’re well. I was just thinking about you. Me:
Deep in the forests, they shaded life away from my existence. Out on the open road, they would like to ride shotgun. Far into the ocean heads are held underwater for a least 11 minutes.
Look up into the sky and watch me glide over my consciousness.
Around this time last year, I vowed to post a creative piece each day. I’m happy to state that I achieved that goal, surpassed it even!
I’ve created and shared 644 creative pieces with you. Ranging from love and appreciation to nightmares and the depths of hell. I’ve enjoyed the embrace of the world of fellow Creative Writers and I implore you all to continue to write and share your pieces.
Before time transitions into 2021, I wanted to take a moment to thank you. Each one of my followers, subscribers, random viewers and surely friends of our universe.
I’m forever thankful.
This year has been quite challenging for me on a gargantuan scale. I started 2020 with rotten remnants of 2019 clawing away at my ankles. I tried burning the pale arms but they clung on for dear life.
June arrived and I found glimmers of hope within my heartbeats. The magical vibe I emit began to warm up once again.
Today, 31st December 2020 I can confidently say, ‘I have levelled up!’ the fuck I’m waiting to exhale in this life. I grabbed a machete and sliced the claws off my smooth ankles. (I did that in November.) I feel I must add that while 2019 was a diabolical year, I had to wade through that bullshit to become a better woman today.
I’ll forever be thankful that our universe is plentiful.
That the crows, crow around me.
That my words inspire, anger and delight.
That my heartbeats, although temporary create powerful feelings.
That I exist in this life, in our universe, on this page.
I’ll be sharing creative pieces at least once a week, preferably on a Monday! The reason for this is because I hope to develop more in-depth posts, some of which aim to help fellow Creative Writers.
‘I’m the not the highest grade of weed in the dispensary.’ – Charlemagne Tha God. But I’ll be dammed if I allow my weaknesses within my writing to hold me back. – Dame Unique
I know the world is ‘going through it,’ literally! I wish you all a Creative New Year!
The morning sky was dark, wind flowed around the sharp black claws of a small black body that was perched at the top…
The sweet aroma of aloe vera incense glided slowly throughout their home on the back of small gusts of wind. The back door was open, with a thin gap around half an inch in width.
Halloween had long since passed, weeks before this very night. I must press that a bonfire glitters brightly in the hungry eyes of the black one that sat in silence on the peak of a squidgy surface.
Three unworthy cries go out, as a plea of anguish to the moon that glows creating a dull sparkle in one set of eyes. They believed that in this life, God will hear them out and answer them in a timely fashion.
A sharp snap was felt a little way down from where a black ball of well-preened feathers grows.
Pop! went the spine of ignorance, whose behaviour was noted down in a carefully monitored situation.
‘Moody,’ whispers glide through the night sky.
An even louder pop came out just as the black one’s claw pierced through a spine. The lump wailed ‘forgive me! I promise I’ll try better next time.’
The black plumage paused and tilted its head to the left. Sapphire eyes looked magical and glistened with moonshine and fire. Don’t you agree?
The black boulder glanced up at the sky, a look of satisfaction to the Lord. Why not ask to be saved from God or maybe even Mary at a stretch? Why only plead for forgiveness, under the turmoil of fear and piss scented sweat?
The black sphere of hope did not consider your request.
For your ignorant behaviour had sentenced you to death.
Another disc popped, and yet a few more followed… The fire raged on naturally, the moon continued to shine. The aloe vera incense finished its purpose, yet its last slither of smoke is inhaled by a black beast that smothered a wounded sound.
At the moment a weak whimper fades to a stop, Crow cackles.
A pile was sent up North.
With its tongue and its eyes and hands cut off.
Morning arrives and the day is new
A day is new and a clock keeps ticking.
Crows best friend wakes up and declares, ‘I feel uplifted. Blessed day.’
Crow never heard that common name repeated anywhere in our universe again.