Just a Beginning.
We can’t all be great writers some of us cannot write at all but that does not make them anything different from one who can. There are writers who have stopped writing and there are people who dream of being a bestselling author.
Whoever you are, you are welcome on my train of thought called Just, has the joke worn thin? Is there any humour left on planet Earth? This train has been running off the rails for the last few years , if your imagination is as good as mine then turn it on now, don’t let the grammatical barriers weigh you down, let this story be how you want it, give the main characters different names if that is your thing, oh and by the way welcome to Timber Lake.
The Lake.
In was the deepest darkest most treacherous corner of the known universe
It was where all survivors suffered and all heroes failed
It was a place of limited fantasy in what would have been a fantastic world
It is where our deepest darkest tale will be told
It was always dark for most of the cruel year
The temperature cold and the wind was bitter
No beast could survive in this inverted paradise
There only ever lived the foulest parasite
It was a lake but it was not filled with the sweetest purest water
It was the accumulation of centuries of blood and sweat and slaughter
Nothing survived yet nothing was ever alive
It was a living, dying petri dish of the universes worst bacteria
The air was foul the toxic gases mixed with what seemed to be sulphur
Volcanic mountains in the background continued to spew its lava
Earthquakes shook this place moving huge rocks as if a game of football
The landscape scarred with strange indentions like an Egyptian scroll
In the midst of another deafening earthquake
The foul liquid in the trough of death rose
For centuries this murky mirror did not ripple
What did this tremor do to move this lake so?
If this was music then it must have been a philharmonic orchestra
A tidal wave of doomed notes moved the stagnant water
If something moved in the depths it was too dirty to tell
There was a crackle of static in the air and a god awful smell
Then through the mist and the fury something in the lake appeared
Something ominous and threatening something to fear
It rose from the lake with a supernatural flutter
It carved through the foul liquid like a knife slicing butter
Soon it was nearing the shore a colourless bogeyman on the way out
Changing shape, changing form and changing colour
Black was the night, black was the lake so black become the demon
What was the meaning of this, to arrive and not be welcome?
The static in the air reached a tipping point
A huge violent fork of lightning blasted the lake
The violet light of the bolt blinded our view
The thunder roar made the ground shake
The silence returned and the lake was not lively anymore
There was no foul demon rising to the shore
The scene had returned lifeless and motionless
So what became of the demon?
Where did it go?
Read on my fiend
If you really what to know…
Summer Time Dreams.
They were swinging with the sway of disco
They were singing on another summer’s day
They were eating hotdogs and mild ketchup
They were kissing sixteen times in the hay
They were careless and free
They were sitting pretty
They had hormones in tilt
Even though they still drank milk
It was an all American scene
It was their summer time dream
It was so swell on the beach by the lake
It proved to be the deadliest of mistakes
They were the cool cats and American footballers
They were the cutest and sexiest cheerleaders
They girls wore the smallest of polka dot bikinis
The boys just stood and ogled and combed back their hair
They had to have large muscles to become a quarterback
They munched on a million types of steroids
Their dicks were small and their brains were smaller
But you know the line, boys will be boys
They were horny yet they did not know what to do
Only one fallen angel knew how to screw
She spent her time in the bars in nearby towns
Her reputation stated she knew how to go down
It was their summer time dreams
It was life in their bubbling teens
They were too busy having fun
They had no idea they had to run
One male teen was showing off his hairless chest
Another male drank a Coors down in one, he was the best
A little lady showed her knickers while cartwheeling away
Nobody imagined that the darkness would come in this day
Just when the scene was getting heated up
Just when the flirting seemed to boil over
A flash of lightning hit the lake
All the screaming kids tried to run for cover.
Just in Time.
They were just in time or so they thought
They lived in Timber Lake another soulless resort
Just another little town on another intersection
Just another world far from yours and mine
It seemed to be just one lightning strike
It was odd as there was no roar of thunder
It scared the senses out of our teenage beans
The girls were breathless after all their screams
Just as it was almost safe to come out and play
In came a weather front and knocked away the day
Everything got so dark in an almighty flash
That is when the thunder started to crash
Hiding in the trees the dickless boys shook at their knees
And the little girls now had nothing hard to hold onto anymore
When the wind picked up and swallowed
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Darren Hobson
Bildmaterialien: Darren Hobosn
Cover: Darren Hobson
Lektorat: Darren Hobson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.10.2017
ISBN: 978-3-7438-3828-4
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This nasty little book is dedicated to all the hidden rampant demons that can be found in every dark hole in this vast universe.