Entries By Willow Goodman
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junkyard
Out of rusted metal and dripping oil the predator crawled. It’s lean body ripped along gogs and gears which pierced it’s skin leaving orange, toxic, hardcore waste seeping into mouldy earth.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 11.14.2010 @ 2:53 pm
bronze
Searing heat and steam sizzing from the ground. The sky was razor sharp and the sun sent daggers of pain into the sculpted bronze muscles of every athlete.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 07.18.2010 @ 9:56 am
lease
The apartment stank of cat piss and dirty magazines yet Jodie knew that she was going to sign the lease. She needed a place where she could lose herself, lose her clean identity and hangups which squeeked of insanity.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 07.13.2010 @ 7:50 pm
forgotten
bleak outlook blank gaze bars and aching heart sounds from the heart beating an embryo of hope stillborn pray to the imam that woman will not be forgotten
Posted By Willow Goodman On 07.12.2010 @ 10:16 pm
scoop
When Ronald went into the ice scream store his first thought was to pick up his shovel and throw some dirt at the lady. Then he saw her scoop some cotton candy flavoured delight into a waffle cone and decided instead to be a good boy and go along with whatever his dim witted parents decided to do – just for the day though.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 07.11.2010 @ 10:20 am
carve
Etched in the warm flesh of her thigh … that is where Rita knew she would carve his name … his poison would never be drunk nor his deathly love forgotten
Posted By Willow Goodman On 06.29.2010 @ 7:40 pm
matching
I arrived at the party with palms sweating and heart thumping. I knew I had to make a good impression if Brad, the Hot Guy, was ever going to screw me that night. Unfortunately, as soon as I arrived I noticed some other chick – a hideous raven haired slut – wearing a matching outfit to mine!
Posted By Willow Goodman On 06.16.2010 @ 8:50 pm
driven
With a pick in his hand he soldiered up the stoney path driven to dig a grave so deep, so wide that the fucker would never be found. The body was bound up in potato sacks and old hessian string that had been left lying in his grandpa’s shed for the last century.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 06.14.2010 @ 5:40 pm
wand
When princess priscilla grabbed the wand her arch enemy dirty diana threw a spear straight into her heart. She died a slow painful death but once deceased her spirit soared as silver butterflies to the heavens.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 06.10.2010 @ 6:57 pm
hawk
Out of the crystal sky the hawk circled looking for it’s prey. The girl had sensed many hours ago that something was tracking her so she had taken precautions … she wore rain coloured clothing and moved slowly among the bracken.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 06.09.2010 @ 11:11 am
lantern
The children wandered fearfully through the forest although one made the obvious leader – the small boy with the freckles holding his lantern, shining with a dull light, in the front of the pack.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 05.22.2010 @ 3:05 pm
fireflies
Fireflies held sparkling in a tightly closed jam jar … captured in sticky little hands, wings smudgy yet still functioning … flapping and flying and sparking off each other making eyes shine with joy. Smell of campfire
Posted By Willow Goodman On 04.30.2010 @ 6:43 pm
dolls
The dolls sat on a top shelf covered in dust. Their unblinking blue eyes stared out blankly at all who passed below. Cold lumps of hatred were left to solidify in their plastic bodies
Posted By Willow Goodman On 04.28.2010 @ 10:37 am
blocks
Blocks of cement surround the four guys … their hair shorn as though they had lice living on their scalps for the last twenty years … nowhere for them to run now so they lit one cigarette after another.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 04.26.2010 @ 7:04 pm
trap
steel trap, that’s what the man called his mind as he unhooked the fish from his rod. thinking about times past and the look in their eyes made him grin inside and lose himself to the black emptiness that sometimes overwhelmed him. Caught of
Posted By Willow Goodman On 04.25.2010 @ 1:27 pm
bongos
The monkeys looked at themselves in the mirror, took a deep breath then started their tirade of passionate music on the bongos. Everyone was so entranced that they didn’t see Little Squeek sneaking through the circus tent door and
Posted By Willow Goodman On 04.24.2010 @ 5:55 pm
mineral
mineral water explodes with bubbles making my head fizz and burst out through my nose. laughter erupts within me as love bursts from my heart.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 04.23.2010 @ 3:44 pm
dress
When Charlie opened the package she wondered why there was a button set in the middle of a ring box. Then she realised that the tiny ivory shell button was from the pale grey dress with the huge poppies on it which she’d admired in Ravelstone’s window the week before. Concidentally, today was her birthday.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 05.19.2010 @ 11:06 am
lack
When Jude lost his balance he realised that it was not due to a lack of alcohol but rather an overindulgence of skunk.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 05.13.2010 @ 1:29 pm
Jason knew that his lack of enthusiasm for the project was all down to working for an asshole. The guy knew nothing about publishing nor about handling his staff and if he had any idea what people in the office were actually thinking about him then he’d surely quit immediately. Or go for some electric shock treatment.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 05.13.2010 @ 1:24 pm
roller
The old man handed me the roller and spat at me to get to work. The place stank of dog piss and there empty boxes strewn all over the damp floor. The paint was highly toxic and had to be handled with extreme care which was why we were wearing these gloves.
Posted By Willow Goodman On 05.05.2010 @ 6:58 pm
