My found poem, Lifespan Cancelled, features in this month's Unlost Journal. Gaming insert sources are given at the end.
Maybe you’re psychic
But your iron sight
Does not make you invisible
Imprisoned since childhood
You crouch, a lone wolf
In the forge of your shame
The clock is ticking
As locked in a killing frenzy
You create your own boneyard
A dangerous covenant
Of flesh wounds and dead morals
Disguising the zealot spawned
Your thunderstorm tears
From a pool of unlimited life
For you there is no absolution
Inserts from: XBOX 360 Hitman Absolution, XBOX 360 Borderlands2, XBOX 360 Bioshock Infinite, XBOX 360 Halo
Every now and then I enter the flash fiction competition at the literary agent Janet Reid's blog and the other week I tried her 'A Lot of Books Contest'. Normally I don't get very far and again in this competition I didn't make the long list. However, she did pay me the nicest compliments ever for one of my pieces of flash:
This might just be the creepiest entry ever. In fact, I may never recover. (in other words, damn good writing)
That comment is something I will treasure!
Below is the story that prompted her comment, words in bold within the text were required elements.
His reflexes had slowed, every impulse succumbing to the cold. Slaughtered carcasses kept him company, blood congealing on bone.
“You’ll go to Hell in a handcart,” his mum had said.
It had taken her 100 minutes to die; he’d counted every one. The police thought she’d slipped on the stairs. How long would he take?
Beaten and imprisoned all for a stupid debt.
“And she was right you know,” said a voice, “although the Devil’s discarded the handcart, preferring something a bit more … compact.”
Luke stared at the ice box. Behind him an electric saw whirred into life.
A writer - I think that says it all.