• Brenton commented on the post, transform 4 years, 3 months ago

    Joel sat in his bedroom, years passing by outside his window as he grew from a boy with a single bed to a man with a bunk.

  • Brenton commented on the post, caramel 4 years, 3 months ago

    Cascading over fallen rainforests – a volcanic flow of molten sucrose heading towards civilisation, enveloping small armies across a rough-hewn surface. Folding ever over itself, an eternal quest for dominance until the temperature cools – a balmy summer evening, insects chirping nearby hoping for salvation from this radiant stream. As time pas…[Read more]

  • Brenton commented on the post, sympathy 4 years, 3 months ago

    Sitting stooped, hunched in a moonlit corner, the harlots and empty promises his only friends, knowing that their sympathies were feigned. He couldn’t resist the urge, throwing the bottle, watching it crack into hundreds of smaller pieces, alcohol running over every edge, dripping on to the dry pavement beneath. If this was what their sympathies…[Read more]

  • Brenton commented on the post, sympathy 4 years, 3 months ago

    When sympathy isn’t real, it’s apathy.

  • Brenton commented on the post, moonshine 4 years, 3 months ago

    Sat stooped beneath the willow tree, ol’ Angus thumped his jug, smacked it to his lips, filthy syrup trickling down, dripping from his jowls as he drank away. Only his home remedy could get rid of the agony but they inevitably caused more, losing himself in the undergrowth.

  • Brenton commented on the post, farmers 4 years, 3 months ago

    Farmers have no wives. Only cows, sheep, maize crops – gloriously straight lines intersected blowing in the breeze. They also have scarecrows, which eerily watch them while they work, play and sleep.