Thanks to everyone who’s commented, liked, or just viewed my blog on saturday, got a new record of views in one day; 76. Next subject now, for homework over the holidays I have to write a maximum of 200 words, story, the theme is connections. I’ve written 2, and I’d like to see what you guys think is the better one, so here they are.


1.) The chain between them had snapped, Nickel found himself falling into a pit of despair, no safety rope to save him this time. Darkness engulfed Nickel, pulling his breath out of him, strangling him like a python, squeezing every millilitre of life out of him. Tears blinded him, but it didn’t matter, there was nothing to see, nothing but a world filled with melancholy. Nickel felt numb as he fell into depression, nothing mattered anymore, because of that he felt no emotion. Charlie’s line no longer dragged him along, for it was no longer there.

 After the accident, Nickel had been brought back to Earth, there had been a ceremony for him, a great celebration, but he’d been too drunk on depression to go. Now he lay alone in his old room, he ate and drunk, but mostly he slept under a concoction of anti-depressants.

 For once Nickel was awake, he watched dully as the door slid open to reveal a man; Jon.

I have something to show you, Nickel.” Jon whispered, his eyes shining with hope as he stepped aside to make way for another visitor. An emotion flickered inside Nickel, a spark of happiness.



2.) Lambs frolicked mirthfully in lush seas of green, birds chirped harmonies reflecting the beautiful morning. Past the fence, in the young forest, Zia waited, cascades of morning sunlight streaming through the trees. Inside Zia had a turmoil of emotions washing about like a witch’s concoction in a cauldron. Where was Zane? They were supposed to meet here after they’d lit their pyre’s.

 Suddenly the mental link Zia shared with her brother was torn, it had snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight. An accumulation of fear inside her broke free, tumbling through her, Zia’s breath came in short snatches as panic strangled her. The foliage near her rustled tremendously, Zia feared the worst but suddenly Zane crashed through the undergrowth, a mixture of sweat and blood dribbling down his smiling face. Zia ran to her brother’s aid, relief and worry infecting her.

 “I did it sis, but they cut our connection.” Zane whispered painfully, as Zia stroked away the blood, “Am I going to die, Zia?”

 “No little brother, I’ll fix you up.” Zia answered, forcing a trembling smile and pecking Zane delicately on his forehead as he was whisked into unconsciousness.


If you’ve read them both, then comment and say what one you like best, I’d really appreciate it, also constructive criticism is great.


Monty, My Best Friend


He looks at me with loyalty,

Seeping from his eyes.

I pat him on his head,

And wish him good bye.

His wet, brown nose,

His curious, yellow  eyes,

His wiry, woollen fur.

Reminds me to always smile.

He does what’s best,

And only asks to be caressed.

He’s always by my side,

and usually abides.

His long, lolling tongue,

His belly wanting to be rubbed,

His attention seeking scruff.

Reminds someone’s there for me.

For he’s my best friend,

so close he could be kin.

I’ll love him always,

except when he sins.


By Sphrbn

*This is a description of my dog; Monty. (My Gravatar thingy, is a picture of him.)