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   He plunged the blade deep in his heart.He twisted the cold dark steel. Blood was pouring everywhere like a warm sticky tar. He was covered in it. An animal,a beast. He slayed the enemy but it was just the beginning for the growing monster inside him. He was boiling,furious. The menacing force inside him was growing by the second and it demanded the sacrifice,blood. The blood of the enemies,kill them all,slay them and show them what it is like to pick a fight with the desperate man. He pulled the blade out of the still warm corpse and dragged it behind him,leaving nothing but destruction,death and the pile of cold bodies.    On the way home,with his weapon dragging across the ashy cold dry earth,the earth which has seen so much fighting and death,he kept thinking about the man’s face. That twisted contorted grimace of a hopeless desperate man crying for help and clinging to life only to have it taken away by a shadow blocking out the sun. They deserved it,he deserved

   Quiet.Still.Peaceful and at peace. Tranquillity. Behind the calm,sensitive exterior, there is a storm brewing inside. Mind racing on the narrow track inside,going at high speed as if it was a reckless racer with a lust for speed. A river,rushing,swallowing and enveloping everything it comes in contact with.A relentless force,a show of power,growing in strength with no sign of stopping. Every thought is a roar. The roar of the river. The roar of the hungry beast,insatiable,primal,always wanting more.Consuming everything it touches. Turning the man behind the mind into a monster,a dragon. Doomed to fail and with the sole purpose to destroy. It destroys all in it’s path,everything it touches is set ablaze until nothing is left. Until the beast,the monster is left with nothing but himself and ash he left behind. Every word is a roar,a primal scream. Echoing in the emptiness of reality he created, as if it was the void itself.    The beast does not always starve. When it does,

   Night time. They say, that’s when all the monsters come out. That’s the tale we been told to as a kids and still it carries through into the adulthood with the grotesque stories of what people are capable of. This night was not particularly special but nevertheless, it was not quite the usual one either. The fog slowly descended on the sleepy small town. Embracing the houses in it’s hollow embrace and filling up the streets with its mundane disorienting greyness. Echoes of the summer’s day past resonated in the quiet.The streets were empty,silence. The people of the town were reliving their day through the magic and horror of dreams and nightmares. Light from the lampposts was bouncing from puddle to puddle and enjoying the freedom of the night,stillness of the streets, with no wandering feet to disturb the game it was playing. Peace. Seems like that was the mood of the street that night but not for long.    Solitary,shadowy figure emerged from the darkness of trees

   Looking in the mirror. The faces of past staring back.They seem confused,thinking, how did we get here and what is to come. I am confused as you are,I think to myself. The eyes are tired,red and bloodshot. The wear and tear is coming through and it's wearing thin. Tired,exhausted. Looking for an escape where there is none, with the only way forward, to act like nothing happened. Be bigger,stronger,better and get on with it. Isn’t it what dad used to say?There is sadness behind those eyes but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Why?Is it after what happened or something else?Is it the memories or the look into the future that brings this lost soul down. Glorious melancholy,how sweet your taste,just can’t get enough. As if I’m coming up for air after the drowning in the depths of the sea only to go back down being drawn by the colours and life underneath the waves. The voices keep talking to me as I stare at myself. They all think they know everything but it seems

   Bright neon’s shinning on the busy small street. It was late evening but the street was busy and packed with all kinds of people. Laughter coming from all directions,you could hear some drama unfold in the apartments above, as well as occasional love making . That’s what happens when many people,are cramped in the small area but over the years you learn to live with it and of course,deal with it. I brush it off,don’t pay attention anymore. At first yeah,I was like all of the newcomers,shocked,disgusted and very confused but I am not a newcomer, anymore. It is my fourth year now and I should reeaaally , get a medal.The street is bustling with life, and although it might be a bit much sometimes,it has it’s benefits. It helps you forget,keeps you in the moment,keeps you alive and reminds you, what it is to be a human. What life is.It takes you away from what life, is like out there. I won’t complain,I learned to embrace it. The neon on these streets seem to be getting b

   Artist.Writer. Creator.Architect.A constructor and a visionary. Mender,builder,destroyer and an average man. Walking down the street. Lights flicker like snowflakes on a winter’s day. Flicker like stars on a clear starry night,blanketing the skies. A blur,a droplet on the street,an echo of life and a loud noise of humanity. Streets filled with life,the hustle and bustle of the everyday rush. People come and go,to and fro,rushing,walking,standing,talking. Many faces of the fellow people soon become one,a blur,an everyday mundane, seen before that shall repeat once more tomorrow. Another day,another walk,same faces,new emotions. There is something new tonight. An artist. A fellow creator stands on the street. A spirit animal and a soul mate. So far yet so close. Stranger but a good friend.    An artist stands behind his tool. His instrument,his friend. Lost in the moment. Rid of all thought,clear mind,focused,channelling his inner self. Fingers as if they were electrifi

Hey everyone!Just a quick post to say what's up. Last month I have been on pretty long holiday and life has been a bit in the way,as it can happen..every day life and such plus getting back to every day stuff after holidays took some time but hopefully now I am back and can dedicate time to writing. Thank you for sticking by and hope you are all well..been a while and hopefully I see you on this page soon. Arthur