Ding Dong BellThe bells of the church tower chimed proudly as the announced to the world that midnight had struck. Little Johnny Flynn’s cries would have been drowned out by the noise if it wasn't for the fact he was gagged, as he struggled to keep his head above the water. The full moon peered down the well shaft, her pale face mocking him as he attempted to scramble up the slimy walls and sliding back down like a spider being washed down a water pipe by a shower of rain. A silhouette appeared in amongst the moon’s gibe, it leaned over the edge and Johnny could make out the heavyset body of Tommy Stout. Tommy’s face looked grey and it wasn't just the light that made it so, his eyes were unpitying and his mouth a long line as if someone had cut across a watermelon with a scalpel.
“Do you understand now?” The boy asked, his viciously soft voice echoing down the well, “This is how it feels to suffer, like the animals you torture, it’s not nice is it?” Jo
Humpty DumptyHumphrey Duncan was a rotten child; he would climb up a ladder and sit upon the tremendous wall that surrounded the vast garden of his house, which towered over the streets below, its windows like eyes, judging those less wealthy than Humphrey’s father. Some japed that the large house was needed in order for the boy to get inside; he was after all a portly lad. Those who did not live in the town or know the boy may have pitied him upon hearing these jeers, but rest assured their worries were set at ease when they passed the wall that bravely held up the lump of a child. Humphrey would spit the seeds and stones of plums and mandarins at passers-by; when they were out of his firing range he would shout and mock them in the cruellest of fashions and no matter whom it was that suffered, complaints went unheeded. Complaints to the boy’s father were waved away carelessly,Humpty Dumpty2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Boys will be boys,” he would say, “Really he’s as cute as a button.” One might
It Isn't MutualI think this is moreIt Isn't Mutual3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than just a crush.
More than just one reason that every time
I see you, I blush.
I don't want to call it 'love'
'Cause I think that might be rushing.
I don't want to sound like a fangirl,
With all this mushy gushing.
The only thing is-
You don't feel the same.
You don't have the fireworks or fiz,
When you hear my name.
This like isn't mutual.
And it breaks my heart to know,
That you have eyes for another.
It takes my heart to a new low.
I know I must take a leave, go.
But since all the words out of your mouth keep me hanging,
Since you've had me at the first "hello."
I'm afraid of what I'll be left with, once I move on.