By Scott Bailey © 2018 Tyrant storm ragesLashes the land in furyStill, the flood brings…
Author: Scott Andrew Bailey
How will the bravado, bluff and hormone-fulled ignorance of youth hold up against harsh truths,…
George Orwell’s 1984 Showed us the nightmare vision of socialism gone to extremes It didn’t…
By Scott Bailey © 2018 There was a white fleck on that dark skin. Tiny and…
Suspense Revenge can be patient. And it can come at the most unexpected time. Old…
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Cheese, onions, bread and beerLike it or hate itSharing an…
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By Scott Bailey © 2018 A spokespersonThat one who speaksHas their own agendaAnd will renderYour willTo…
Senryu: Cross By Scott Bailey © 2013 Fleeing from killersThe child runs desperatelyTo fill out…
By Scott Bailey © 2018 In life’s tournamentThere are Kings and QueensFor whom the suffering and…
Softly fear creeps – more chilling than any scream. Get further under the covers and…
By Scott Bailey © 2018 The wild is callingFeel the breezeThe scent of treesThe hunt!Feel…
To whet your whistles here is the Prologue and Chapter One. Prologue Darkness outside. From…
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Bound to serveThe master that we craveEnduring the painNot struggling…
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Butterfly By Scott Bailey © 2014 Sod the camouflageBe resplendent in the sunFlutter high and…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 “My patience is almost spent.” “I apologise Mr. Dickens. The…
The sky to the west was as dark as a promise of Armageddon. It was…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 Like broken teethUnmaintainedNo longer usefulYetSomehowPleasing to the eyeLeading usTo who…
By Scott Bailey © 2017 A new clutch of chicksAwaken to a cold dawnThe fox scents…
By Scott Bailey © 2013 A silver sylph slips silent through the treesSpreading silver stardust…
By Scott Bailey © 2016 Potential new lifeExcitement when waters breakNew life brings us cheer…
By Scott Bailey © 2016 Tiny, warm, fragileFingers tightly holding mineTreasured memories