There is a toad by the drain
Round-eyed like a fish
And darkly moist.
Both shocked by the other's appearance.
I back away as it stands its ground
A squat pulsating alien
Heavy like a meteorite or a cow pat
I run to tell the children
But when we return
It's gone.
WhatWhyHow???
This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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