Post by Nicola Lea on Jan 12, 2009 16:07:27 GMT -8
I attend regular workshops where a published Australian Author comes and asks us to produce certain pieces of work. Here are two of mine:
Behind The Eyes
The man half- sat on the forest floor. He clutched his spear so hard his knuckles were white. He appeared cautious, guarded.
But.
Behind the eyes of this man lay something much more sinister.
A scene on replay, screened in his head that he would never be allowed to forget.
Never to seek penance.
Never to be forgiven.
Never to move on.
A woman with such beauty as he had never before seen.
Begging him to stop.
Bruised.
Bleeding.
Her cries of pain still echoed in his ears. Her dying spasms still shuddered in his arms.
Hauntingly Tragic.
Betrayal
Mandy ran a hand through her messy hair, butterflies agitating her stomach. She racked her mind for the courage to face her peers. It was Monday. Everyone would know what she had done. She took a deep breath and opened the car door.
She was right.
From the moment she stepped through the front gate, she could feel the stares boring into her back. She could hear the words whispered behind raised hands.
“What's she doing here?”
“Can you believe she had the nerve to show?”
“Yes she did it, she's heartless. Did you see the look on his face though?”
“I can't believe I let her borrow my pen the other day!”
The whispers followed her to her seat. She savagely pulled out her book, feeling mutinous. She opened it and tried to ignore the world.
“Um, Mandy?”
The voice questioned from behind her. She closed her book with a sigh and turned to face the speaker. At the sight of his face, her courage fled. She ran from the torment, tears clouding her face. Why had she fallen for his constant flirting? She was so stupid!
Behind The Eyes
The man half- sat on the forest floor. He clutched his spear so hard his knuckles were white. He appeared cautious, guarded.
But.
Behind the eyes of this man lay something much more sinister.
A scene on replay, screened in his head that he would never be allowed to forget.
Never to seek penance.
Never to be forgiven.
Never to move on.
A woman with such beauty as he had never before seen.
Begging him to stop.
Bruised.
Bleeding.
Her cries of pain still echoed in his ears. Her dying spasms still shuddered in his arms.
Hauntingly Tragic.
Betrayal
Mandy ran a hand through her messy hair, butterflies agitating her stomach. She racked her mind for the courage to face her peers. It was Monday. Everyone would know what she had done. She took a deep breath and opened the car door.
She was right.
From the moment she stepped through the front gate, she could feel the stares boring into her back. She could hear the words whispered behind raised hands.
“What's she doing here?”
“Can you believe she had the nerve to show?”
“Yes she did it, she's heartless. Did you see the look on his face though?”
“I can't believe I let her borrow my pen the other day!”
The whispers followed her to her seat. She savagely pulled out her book, feeling mutinous. She opened it and tried to ignore the world.
“Um, Mandy?”
The voice questioned from behind her. She closed her book with a sigh and turned to face the speaker. At the sight of his face, her courage fled. She ran from the torment, tears clouding her face. Why had she fallen for his constant flirting? She was so stupid!
