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Comment by Elena Martin on August 27, 2012 at 2:40pm

This is a short story I wrote based on a line from Hamlet for some GCSE english coursework :) ... I fear it is slightly confusing ... haha;

Is that a dagger I see before me?  

 

I’m alone. Apart from the cars going by, just a distraction I suppose.

  My mind isn’t right. I know it. I can feel it. There’s something driving me to insanity but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

 

  It’s been a long time since I saw my father last. He lives, I’d say, a mile from here. Not far. But I have time to decide what I should do.
  My father was a rich man, but lost it. Not the money, his mind. It was a few years ago he changes, he doesn’t know who I am now.
  I can see the look in his eye first time I saw him after mum had died, glazed, he didn’t recognise me. He didn’t know me. Still doesn’t, which I suppose makes it easier for me, for him, for murder. No, I shan’t call it that.

  The cars are getting louder, I swear. My ears are burning. Or I’m just imagining things, again. I’m always imagining things. I’m a mess.
Not a man. A mess.

  I need the money; I need the god damn money! My fathers the only way. If I kill him now, I can have the money in weeks and be out of here.
‘You keep telling yourself that...’
‘Oh yes I will’
And there I am talking to myself. Brilliant, another nut job in the family.

  It’s her fault really; I remember her telling me to do it, urging me on. I remember it well, it was a cold morning, and she’d made me breakfast, Monday... I think... 7:45 as usual. My head was throbbing. It still is. I wouldn’t have expected my wife to suggest it but she did. Stood by the old sink she muttered “you’ve got to do it, we need the money. Do it for me love, will you, for me?” her voice becoming increasingly harsh until every hair on the back of my neck was standing. I was uneasy at first but her cold words had worked their way into my head, my mind kept repeating. “Kill him, it’s the only way” She said. It’s not the only way, but it’ll have to do.
  It smelt damp that morning; the rain was getting in through the kitchen door she’d left wide open. All the wallpaper was peeling and half ripped off the walls. She didn’t want to change that though. She liked it the way it was, old, dying, ruined. She said she liked the idea that someone had left it like that. Why? I don’t know, she’s mad. Wrong in the head. But I can’t get away from her... or the burning in my ears, the cars are getting louder. I can feel it.

  It’s getting late; I don’t know what to do. I can hear her, in the back of my head, screaming at me from the kitchen door, where she always stood when she was angry. She’s telling me to kill him. “get the money” She says with a twisted smile on her face, stood in the rain,  her wet hair hanging at her shoulders like damp straw. The lost look in her eyes, pushing me closer. Of course she didn’t want to do it. It had to be me, she’d be too alone, too afraid.

  Well how does she think I feel? For Christ’s sake!

  It’s time, I’m going now. I must.

  See, about a mile I said didn’t I? Well, here I am. One mile on.

  This car always takes ages to turn off. God damn piece of rubbish. Another reason I need the money. She needs the money.

  I can hear him now through the open window, my father, shouting at the telly.
I’m going to do it. Am I?
Am I mad?
Am I wrong?
Is that a dagger I see before me? The handle toward my hand?

Comment by Agnoarh on July 4, 2012 at 3:06pm

As the wind blows

So does the Hope

It fades away

As everybody say

Hey

It's not the end of The World

Really?

If You say so

Then F*** You!

Poem by Agnohar. 

Often when people says It's not the end of the world, after I have put so much effort on certain things, I think like that. 

Comment by Martha Rosa camacho Arce on July 4, 2012 at 7:44am

House of caution He thought that everything was on the platform and made in heaven

Comment by Martha Rosa camacho Arce on July 4, 2012 at 7:40am

Horoscope if month Where am I?
On the moon or the unseen kiss
My bleeding crater on
The planet just discovered.

Comment by Martha Rosa camacho Arce on July 4, 2012 at 7:39am

The red earth The green sky
horn quiet
The temptation and the prodigal son by the hand
Joan of Arc without clothes
guillotine dressed
Dull blade
Lennon injured in a glass
No chest
Gestation of a grenade benefactor
to Hiroshima
Each step Nagasaki with the bright sun
And these eyes expressing
That never was
A field concentrating jam
human......
  Peace within the soul of the eyes

Comment by Anna Logg on June 7, 2012 at 10:35am

2+2 = What?

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Comment by Casey Fritz on May 26, 2012 at 6:01pm

I agree Anna, something is very strange about Rob Allen.  Not sure what all the mystery is about

Comment by Edna Stewart on April 17, 2012 at 6:46pm

I thnk I posted this the wrong way! It's  supposed to be "Add a Discussion".....Uh!

Comment by Edna Stewart on April 17, 2012 at 6:42pm

A TEAR IN THE NIGHT
A tear falls in the night

a tiny crystal drop destitude to fall in silent
splashes only to ring God Almighty's ear
a glow of warmth and comfort begin to clothe me
the tears begin to dry,
my face tightnens
I know everything is going to be alright,

A tear falls in the night

my heavy burden begins to melt away
and more begin to fall and this time
a mighty strong angel covered in dignity,
encoragment ,and unconditional love
willingly gives his precious gentle big strong hand
to catch my falling tears and silence
catching the tears one by one filling my bucket,
now my bucket is over flowing with tears from all those years
of pain and heartache toil and hate,

A tear falls in the night.

The longing of a lost loved one, the one, who really cared? 
Locked away for years in a world only no one would know 
regret of life that passed by, tried to make it right,
woe to rejection! Laying on a lonely bunk,

A tear falls in the night.

Walking on street filled with people
perfect in every way,
you have everything that money can buy,
a busy day, come home and no one has called, 
thanks to the human race, 
laying in my bed at night with a glorious view,

A tear falls in the night.

A disabled they say, there's no hope, let him go!
Selective choosing a loved one's decision,
friends and relatives say let him go,

A tear falls in the night.

Comment by Agnoarh on April 10, 2012 at 9:04am

World Is What Heart Desire..

World Is What You See

World Is What Other Wanna Make You Of

World Is Status

World Is Money

World Is "What Do You Do For a Living?"

World Is Not A Toy

But Really?

Do You Wanna Have What Others want? 

No

World Is What Heart Desire...