He says he's scared of zombies
And vampires in the night,
Of werewolves, ghosts and other things
That crawl and groan and bite.
I've tried to reassure him
That none of those exist
But he just reads more stories
And adds more to the list.
A child's imagination
Can make those monsters real,
And nothing adults tell them
Will alter how they feel.
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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