Submissions by TheGreatGrayWolf (Razzmatazz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I see, I describe how I feel. I am myself and nothing more. But what I write, can be anything.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th May 2013 11:53am
29th May 2013 11:53am
In Lieu (A Shadow of Doubt Part 3)
When Brent got back, it was still dark. Late, even. He stopped the car and switched off the lights, but did not take the key from the ignition. His paranoia was playing him simple. There was a mole, but it couldn't have been any of his guys. Could it? He had nothing to worry about except the worrying situation he had found himself in. There was a problem, a rather big one at that. His informants were being killed off, one by one, and he had no idea who was doing it, or why it was being done. He needed to relax, which is why he left, but now he was back and the problems grew a tremendous sense...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th May 2013 10:07am
29th May 2013 10:07am
In Ruins (A Shadow of Doubt Part 2)
Brent sat up. He felt better this way. Next to him, in the same bed, was Gem. She was lying still, sleeping her life away. Brent looked out the motel window to the abandoned black sky. The cliche flashing motel sign drifted echoes of neon light into their room. Brent thought hard about the situation. A few years back, he was a study freak. That was a long time ago. Now he was nothing more than a mess. He slithered out of bed and walked to the pile of his clothes on the nearby chair. He rummaged in the pocket to find his cigarettes. Taking one out of the packet by the slip of his lips, he lit...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th May 2013 1:33am
29th May 2013 1:33am
Solitary Shell (A Shadow of Doubt Part 1)
Brent was a weird guy. And a loner.
He’d spend most of his time studying and staring at random things from within his local library. Outside he would eat fresh ham and salad, then go back in and study once more. He could always taste the fat on the meat, but never removed it, as if he was punishing himself for something. Something was on Brent’s mind, but now was not the time for problems, nor ham fat.
Brent was slowly turning 20. Within a few weeks, it would be official. At the same time, he also felt as if he was dying, piece by piece, every day that had passed....
He’d spend most of his time studying and staring at random things from within his local library. Outside he would eat fresh ham and salad, then go back in and study once more. He could always taste the fat on the meat, but never removed it, as if he was punishing himself for something. Something was on Brent’s mind, but now was not the time for problems, nor ham fat.
Brent was slowly turning 20. Within a few weeks, it would be official. At the same time, he also felt as if he was dying, piece by piece, every day that had passed....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th May 2013 1:52pm
8th May 2013 1:52pm
Julia, My Julia - Part 2: The Answer
I returned home a few hours later. I lived in a small apartment next to the old cliché landrail tracks. My wife was pregnant, but she was making do. I felt so miserable. I couldn’t give her what she had wanted. I couldn’t do anything right, but she stuck in there for me. I didn’t know why though. I walked up the creaky stairs and into my kitchen, she was there waiting loyally, nursing a hot drink.
“How did it go?” The first words to come out of her mouth. I didn’t know what to tell her.
“I... Not too well.” Her facial expression turned to a sympathetic one. “Oh.” Was her only...
“How did it go?” The first words to come out of her mouth. I didn’t know what to tell her.
“I... Not too well.” Her facial expression turned to a sympathetic one. “Oh.” Was her only...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Apr 2013 4:01pm
25th Apr 2013 4:01pm
Julia, My Julia - Part 1: The Unfunny
The roof gave in and I fell straight down. With an almighty splash, the force of the impact was enough to knock me out cold. Everything went black. When I came to, all I had was a horrific taste within my mouth. All I could feel was pain upon my skin, as if someone had thrown me into boiling fat. I struggled to the surface and I emerged from the water. Everything stung and burned. The water stank. I didn’t know what to think or what to do.
3 days before.
I sat, within a dilapidated room, staring at my worthless face through the reflection in the mirror. The place...
3 days before.
I sat, within a dilapidated room, staring at my worthless face through the reflection in the mirror. The place...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2013 8:43pm
12th Mar 2013 8:43pm
Look Around
Down from the busy streets of the city into the underground chasm-like subway entrance. The stairs beneath my feet, a dyed gray-greenish color, covered in grime. Drips of icy water free fell from the railings above, making their way through the tight gap between my coat collar and the skin of my neck. They hit my back with such cold force, it makes the hairs upon it stand higher than a kite flying in the chilled winds of the over-world. The gate poles, that stood one each side of me, were tall, dulled silver and from what I could imagine, stone cold. The scent of wet mold and under cooked...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Mar 2013 11:23pm
11th Mar 2013 11:23pm
The Harrowing
My head aches agonizingly. The hairs on my neck stand tall and my pupils widen. I'm within college. It's completely dark outside and in the classrooms. Only the green glow of the "EXIT" lights can be seen in the corridor. I am in a classroom, head on a desk, arse in a seat. I don't remember anything, I don't remember who I am. Everything around me is so dark. Naturally, I feel really scared and this feeling is only heightened by echoing squelches and quieter screams in the distance. Screeching the chair back on the hardwood floor, I lift myself up and head toward the door, leading myself with...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 4:00am
9th Mar 2013 4:00am
Morbid
I Die unto myself again,
my lonesome little friend and then,
we go to the end and back is when,
we are so lonely, together again
and then we die unto ourselves once more,
looking out for that sweet remorse,
but then again,
we come back from that blackened darkness that is our end,
our lives are meaningless once more,
and I Die unto myself again
my lonesome little friend and then,
we go to the end and back is when,
we are so lonely, together again
and then we die unto ourselves once more,
looking out for that sweet remorse,
but then again,
we come back from that blackened darkness that is our end,
our lives are meaningless once more,
and I Die unto myself again
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2013 8:27pm
7th Mar 2013 8:27pm
Sour Mash
Numerous droplets of rain start to fall, accompanied with a gentle but cold breeze. They compliment the dark and morbid night sky. Where we sit, has no light, just what seeps in from the outside. The roads below contain no life and are simply decorated by a few parked cars. Street lamps look downward like spot lights, but there are no objects to break the beam and cause shadow. This world is truly gone. In the distance, there is a slow but repetitive sound of tapping. It echoes through the dead world with a glimpse of life appearing with each tap given. A figure can be made out, but the rain...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 2:08pm
22nd Feb 2013 2:08pm
Freedom! Forever!
I go to college,
I go out with my friends,
I do my homework,
I love my family
and I love my wife.
They run my college,
Bill my friends,
Give me homework,
Tax my family
And tell me what I can and cannt do with my wife.
They can take my education,
But not my friends,
They can keep my homework,
But never my family
And I will always love my wife.
I do all this because I want to,
Not because they want me to.
I live as I do and will change to support change.
I do all this, knowing one simply...
I go out with my friends,
I do my homework,
I love my family
and I love my wife.
They run my college,
Bill my friends,
Give me homework,
Tax my family
And tell me what I can and cannt do with my wife.
They can take my education,
But not my friends,
They can keep my homework,
But never my family
And I will always love my wife.
I do all this because I want to,
Not because they want me to.
I live as I do and will change to support change.
I do all this, knowing one simply...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Jan 2013 6:28pm
10th Jan 2013 6:28pm
Demens Mundi (Excerpt)
Entry #2 - August 12th 1937
The scent of diesel engulfed my nostrils as I stepped foot outside for the first time in weeks. Anywhere I looked, there was always a slight fade of smoke, the people walking around wore a combination of formal clothing, leather and rounded goggles. I tipped my chimney hat to two woman, waltzing their way past me. I was ignored. It was good to be alive again. The stones in the pavement were slowly blacking in colour, due to the intense and delicious smelling pollution of a city busy at work. I continued onwards, heading toward my job, at the gear factory,...
The scent of diesel engulfed my nostrils as I stepped foot outside for the first time in weeks. Anywhere I looked, there was always a slight fade of smoke, the people walking around wore a combination of formal clothing, leather and rounded goggles. I tipped my chimney hat to two woman, waltzing their way past me. I was ignored. It was good to be alive again. The stones in the pavement were slowly blacking in colour, due to the intense and delicious smelling pollution of a city busy at work. I continued onwards, heading toward my job, at the gear factory,...
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 9:47pm
22nd Oct 2012 9:47pm
Chasing Daylight
I hate sleeping on my own. Every night is just the same. The monsters voices, are all I hear, but I wake up with nothing to blame. Im here. My mother watching over me, but when I wake in the pitch, shes gone and so has the light. The wind knocks branches against my window. Everything is just so scary. The same for my 6 years of life.
A special night came along, but it seemed like another average scary one. I close my eyes once, then twice, they're getting very heavy. I open them up once more, only to realise I am in my school uniform, and behind me is a massive castle. I begin to...
A special night came along, but it seemed like another average scary one. I close my eyes once, then twice, they're getting very heavy. I open them up once more, only to realise I am in my school uniform, and behind me is a massive castle. I begin to...
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