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The Clearing In The Woods

The Clearing In The Woods
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Andrew Payn

"There is still time to become anew" Said a little a tapestry his mother gave to him before she passed away. This tapestry hung above the picture of her holding him as an infant, anything but an infant now, he still missed his mother, his father never seemed to care. Never talked of her, never thought of her, probably couldn't even remember her name! He always looked at this when he needed guidance, and guidance is what he needed at the moment, his mind was, a wanderer should we say?
He sat there sitting, looking out. He had his music playing to provide the persona that he was sound at mind, that he had utter self belief. But alas nay, he had the music to help him think, ponder or even wonder. He thought. He thought an awful lot, mainly upon the subject of what to do with his meaningless life, the life that entailed such stories!
The music he played, Legendary by Daniel Yount, filled his mind wi
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The Shadows On The Moors
The Shadows on The Moors
By
Andrew Payn
I don’t really remember waking up, well I do, because I was awake then, but I don’t vividly remember it, but who does? The state between the perfectly engineered world, and the one inhabited by other mere mortals, the world where, should you choose; it could literally be your oyster!  But we’re all stuck here, stuck here waiting till we die, allowing our parasitic brains to control us, while corrupting us, and breaking us from within. Giving us barriers and fear, I pity those who are free of a parasitic brain, because they have to look at us, and watch us helplessly throw ourselves into early deaths.
So as you might have gathered, I don’t really give the living world much credit, not while we’re stuck in here rotting. No. No. But you’ve heard me rabbit on for enough time now, suppose it’s time to tell you a story. You see, there I was, a young whippersnapper sat a computer at god knows what hour, whi
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I want to write again.

I recently, after feeling quite displeased with my latest composition attempts, decided to read some of my old writings. God, how they bring back good memories, one such; I was sitting on a rather comfortable lawn chair, but not those flimsy white things, more the sort you'd take camping. And I was sat here, not too far from a metal bin, within which was a mix of wood, bit of metal, and general things which were considered good enough to put in, these were all connected by one factor... They were burning at an intense temperature, and melting the underside of said metal bin. Anyway, I digress, I was sat here, feeling rather pensive, looking into the fire with a can of cider in my hand, the first time I'd really drunk it. And I had an idea, about walking in these woods near(ish) where I live. So, I whipped out my phone, and started to write in the notes this story which came to my head. And as I stared into the fire, it progressed, got deeper and darker, and the words kept flowing. I remember I passed the word limit on memos a few times.

At the end of it, quite late into the evening I found myself looking at the best piece of writing I'd ever done, and so far, it's still the best.

Reading that rekindled a love for writing... alas like all things that plague those who want to create, when it comes to fingers on keyboard, there was no inspiration there, no call to write. Maybe I best wait for bonfire night again, or take a very long bus journey, I'll see.

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~Andrew

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avatarpanda Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
ermahgerd its you!!! I'll stop now.
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