ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Just an aspiring horror writer from the UK [August 2004]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (15) A Marriage Made In Heaven (Short Stories) A tale of revenge. [936 words] [Horror] A Perfect Crime (Short Stories) One womans vengenance as a perfect crime. [1,048 words] [Horror] Emotion (Poetry) - [39 words] Ghostly Figures (Poetry) - [89 words] [Horror] Hunters Moon (Short Stories) A creature is hunted. [1,768 words] [Horror] Insignificance (Poetry) Life's meanings and hardships. [71 words] Life's Essence (Short Stories) - [123 words] Miranda And Her Doll (Short Stories) A sweet little girl...or is she? [1,187 words] [Horror] Ode To A Tramp (Poetry) We forget about people that we don't see. [220 words] The Daemonae-The First (Novels) This is a part of a dark fantasy/horror that I am writing. [4,721 words] The Dog (Short Stories) - [258 words] The Eye (Short Stories) - [138 words] The Holly Tree (Short Stories) A dark fantasy tale. [1,399 words] [Horror] The Tower (Short Stories) A man wrestles with his actions. [226 words] [Thriller] The White Room (Short Stories) - [892 words] [Horror]
Gold P J Francis
Sometimes I wonder who I am. I am not visible, not in the earthly sense. You see along time ago, I lived in a vast sprawling city. I used to sit upon the largest tower, looking out for miles across the vast domain of my home.
My life was peaceful. Well peaceful, until they came. None of us in our city knew whom they were. They rode upon tall wild steeds, unlike anything we had ever seen. They came in their hundreds, a mighty army of rippling silver, plumes flowing from their heads like a crimson tide.
They came with swords and hate.
Our city was toppled from beneath the bare feet of my ancestors. Their head man was a black cloak and brimming hostility.
They caught me, and I was hurled to the hated cloaked feet. He cursed me in a tongue of vipers, and I not knowing, could only whimper like a whipped cur.
He held my head by my hair, forced me to watch the slaughter of my kin. A line of regality wiped out in a score.
I see the blood flow, my blood joins theirs, as well as my tears for a past long gone.
I still sit. I exist in a lost and forgotten land.
Time moves nearer.
My kin will not be forgotten.
A ghostly wraith I will move into their land. I will rape, pillage and equate old bones.
I hope they like blood.
The time is nigh-I shall sit no more.
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"Alot of milage for such a short piece! Not an easy thing to do with short fiction. This piece would lend itself well for the beginning of a novella lenth work. Good job!" -- RAM, usa.
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