The smog-tarnished sky over Habitation Zone 45 left little sign of the pleasantries of life, not that there were many left. The perfectly cubic home of Family 316 lay bleak and desolate; blank white walls coat the exterior, windows now an antique. A pristine lawn basked in fake sunlight, with no lawn mower in sight …
Behind Belshazzar’s black door the noisy feast continued. Expensive wine splashed out of the golden chalices engraved with ‘sovereignty of the people’ ‘social contract’ and ‘Demos Kratos’. Belshazzar raised his chalice in yet another toast to the “little people” with loud laughter and clinking chalices. Elsewhere ‘the people’ slept exhausted after another day of Fake …
It was a police state. Guards patrolled every corner of the country. The world had turned bleak for the denizens of this nightmarish wasteland of a nation; there was no escape. The haggard, dreary carpenter walked through the street. He was wearied from his laborious day of cutting giant mahogany planks for gilded stairs that …
It was on the eve of the vernal equinox I was almost enjoying that one last long night but you Practically positioned a nail below your thumb Took your selfish stuck up hammer And smashed it into your own grim coffin What did you really think I would do? Do you really not know …
With each step, the sound reverberates back at me, bouncing off every dull and standard house. I was sure that my purpose in life was to bring colour to this dark gloomy town; it needed to be done and no-one else was going to do it but me. As I opened my bag, the cans …
The writing on the wall, Hand carved, a deeply engraved tattoo. Of an existence so minuscule, But still flickers a flame, a kaleidoscopic illusion of you. Artefacts of our forgotten culture, tiptoe – scarring charcoal tarmac with a permanent mark. Your handwriting is merely one of life’s many beautiful calamities. Erasable, ever piercing my …
“The wall has been there forever, they aren’t gonna knock it down for some kid who wants a nicer playground. Besides, this town is broke as it is, the council would quicker fix potholes than knock down a harmless wall, and there were three potholes on the way here!” Lola was a conflicting older sister. …
“Alexa,” my light flickered to appear ready for the task that was incoming, “play ‘Black’ by Dave” she said. As requested, without question. I did as I was told. “Now playing ‘Black’ by Dave.” I stated “Alexa, volume up two.” Once again, I did as I was told. It was then an immediate echo of …
The television, which had been placed directly in the centre of my living room, was the source of all I knew about anything. Now, it was playing a news broadcast. “The grand walls which shield us from the villains of the north have been defaced,“ said the reporter, with a stern countenance, “this was an …
Within the depths of hell, he lay with his precious instrument. A hell with partygoers and drunkards wasting away their lives as if tomorrow will never come, a hell with fancy cars and lavish luxuries all making men and women complacent, drowning the streets with rubbish. Yet among these pieces of rubbish, a gem was …
