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Tag: Creative Writing
Softly fear creeps – more chilling than any scream. Get further under the covers and…
Where the Red Fox Roams By Scott Bailey © 2014 The timid beasties scatterWith tiny…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 On a barren plainWhere food and joy are sparseThe desolate…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 A deep and dark filled caveUpon a mountain highWhere no…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 A ring of solid lightHovers just above the groundSpinning with…
By Scott Bailey © 2015 Hard the mud did cakeMatted fur, red blood flowingOn snow-covered wolf
By Scott Bailey © 2014 From the purple eye of deathThe last exhaled breathComes an…
This book shows the how society could evolve if capitalism were allowed to follow through…
By Scott Bailey © 2018 PriestsDetermining the willOf their godDecidingWhich lives will be sacrificedTo keep it…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 A black and white filmAbout black and white issuesWith grey…
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Cables tie usHold us tightTo one spotEven invisible onesChainsKeeping us…
To whet your whistles here is the Prologue and Chapter One. Prologue Darkness outside. From…
Modern life is frantic – filled with demands and crammed with stress. We forget to…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 Tower of stoneWhere hearts are joinedNames are blessedFlesh is laid…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 A white wedgeSpotted in the cornerOf a run-down shopOff the…
Trench By Scott Bailey © 2013 Dancing with my wife,last week the telegraph came:Coughs ring…
Would all the earth succumb to the concrete blanket of mankind? Was that the best…
By Scott Bailey © 2014 Bluebell pathGoes to the heartA potent signOf where I amWhere…
Humanity reduced to a bottom line. Trapped. In a world where everything is measured and…
Playground Laughter A group of youths – exploring freedom and each other – find old…
A Ghost Scene This is a play with a difference. Shakespeare’s ghost scene, the dead…
The Valley A woman alone, in a deep dark valley, finds her cherished isolation filled…
By Scott Bailey © 2013 Exhaustion seeps inDraining away all my willWhere’s my little pill…
Shipwreck Explorers – or pillagers? The line is thin on the high seas, in strange…
By Scott Bailey © 2015 Dawn sneaks over the hills Light spills through the vales…
