Wordsmiths ahoy! In my hasty move over to wordpress.org, I Smith Words fell off the WP reader for all my lovely loyal followers, and hence none of you have been seeing the lion’s posts! I hope you are now reading me loud…
Restroom.
It said Lola 4 Charlie 4 eva. Toilets didn’t require accurate spelling. Or grammar.
Literary Lion. Meow.
When the maid found him he was strapped to the toilet. Naked. Rope wrapped around him and the white porcelain bowl that he hugged. His head slumped in past the seat. His skin pulled at his spine as it curved over each bobbled bone. Across the ridge was a detailed engraving of a panther, pink.
72.
72. Pink pout. Shade number 72. Cherry dreams. You’d sit beside the pool, sunshine rays, soaking up the rosy while you swallowed every drop.
Six words.
Starman. Thought you were here to stay.
Red.
Red It was all too familiar. The smoke lingering in the air, the enveloping cacophony of high pitched rings and chimes, the flickers of neon lights that winked from every corner. They had told me never to return here. The…
Happy Feet.
The Audition. The red door stood stark against a street of black counterparts. It was the exact shade of the virtual lipstick signature that sat at the end of the email she’d sent. She called herself Darling. I leant…
AM.
Wake up. I became aware of the frown on my face as soon as I gained consciousness. A radiant ray glistened from the window across my left eye. It narrowed the pupil and created warmth in a strip along my…
Literary Lion. Into the Woods.
Since launching Literary Lion last week, I have read tales of loss, love, space ships, stars, time travel, petri dishes, dogs and only children. Thank you to all those that have taken part so far, I await with bated breathe to…
