Progress doesn’t come easy

Conflicting emotions at the minute with respect to the direction my writing is heading.

I’m currently devoting time to various projects that seem to have differing excitment levels among those that follow my work.

▪ A collection of stories that you guys inspired with your random objects and genre.

▪ Fantasy based D&D romp that will be my longest book to date.

▪ Book Two in the Lucia series.

▪ One for those that enjoyed 31 Sleeps and tells Sam’s Story.

▪ Standalone. The book long time in the writing that is so near and yet so far from completion.

I know already those that will encourage the completion of Standalone, and I really want to bring you that story to the best of my ability.

Stick with me guys. I know there hasn’t been anything for a good while, but I am getting there. Honest!

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Brave the Shave = The Results

For those that follow me here on WP know that I love rock and heavy metal, and that I had a full beard with long hair. You will also know that I decided to raise money for Mcmillan Nurses in memory of my late mother who sadly passed away last year.

Well here you go folks, the new less hairier look:

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Finding Reason

‘Understanding’

To my left stands an Angel tending to my tears. “What did you do?” she asks soothingly.

On my right a Devil. “It’s not your fault!” he says rubbing my shoulder with his talloned hand.

Like an island isolated by a maddening sea, I stand resolute understanding their words, yet let them fall upon my ear, waves upon a rocky shore.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Brave the Shave 2019

This me. A hairy tattooed lover of heavy metal.

This time last year my mother passed away after a brief battle with cancer. In her honour, and to raise money for the Mcmillan Nurses who eased her pains during her stay in hospital, I have decided to undertake the Brave the Shave 2019.

The long hair and beard will all go, and be donated to a charity that makes wigs for cancer survivors.

My hair loss will be temporary. The loss of my mother permanent. If you can, and only if you can, spare a little loose change to make a donation, it is all going to such a deserving cause.

https://bravetheshave.macmillan.org.uk/shavers/chris-brown2

Thank you for just reading.

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Her Smile

I lay awake gazing at her sleeping face

She always looks so beautiful in my eyes

But it’s during these times she looks so at peace

The weight of her troubles have lifted

And the scars from flowing tears have smoothed

I lay awake watching her eyes flicker

Pondering the dreams that play out in her head

Brushing her hair from off her face

A smile unfurls from across her lips

Closing my eyes I wait for slumber happy

I love her smile

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Her voice in the storm

The wind blew with savage fury

Trees bowing to nature’s violent breath

Their leaves sent in a maelstrom whirlwind

And I couldn’t help but watch them dance

A familiar voice calling on gale

“Do not be afraid.”

So through the raging torrential storm

The rain now bouncing to its own relentless tune

I stood with a certainty and reassurance

Only the sound of her voice could give.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Word / Genre Challenge #3

Word: Flip Flops

Genre: Dark Comedy

They were always within easy reach of my mother’s hand. No matter where she was, even though she wouldn’t be wearing them, they were always reachable.

I’m talking about those battered, once favourite, rubber and plastic foot attire. The ones where the toe separator has popped out, and though you push it back through the hole in the sole, it still pops right back out.

Not that you’d want to touch the sole, as it still has the indented remnants of your mother’s feet permanently ingrained upon them.

For years they tortured your hearing, the *thwack-thwack* as they slapped against the underside of her feet as she walked, then they filled you with fear if you so much as said a wrong word or misbehaved.

For something so light weight an un aerodynamic, they could be hurled with amazing accuracy to bounce off the back of your head when you weren’t looking, and heaven forbid you were close enough to be caught.

No amount of padding could numb the pain of those slabs of rubber being brought down with force upon young spungey naked ass cheeks.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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A friend

We all become addicted to that which takes the pain away, even if the cure ends up being a new poison.

If you’re alone,
I’ll be your shadow.
If you want to cry,
I’ll be your shoulder.
If you want a hug,
I’ll be your pillow.
If you need to be happy,
I’ll be your smile…

But anytime you need a friend,
I’ll just be me.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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It’s been awhile

A pale blue sky threatens to break through the early morning grey and bleary clouds.

The light wind rustles through young tree branches making them animate to some silent dance.

From where I sit in a silent house in contemplation of the day ahead, I watch as squirrels dash up and down with youthful endless energy.

Life is good.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Ratings

So I just read post on Facebook that deeply offended me, but then also had me questioning my own past views.

A young woman posted about her recent experience using a well known dating app and a response she received from potential, or so she thought, connection. It read along the lines of, “Sorry, I could never go on date with you as, at best, you rate as a 6. Ad I am an 8, obviously I’m looking for someone equal or higher to my rating.”

First of all, who rated him an 8? Secondly, if I were to be objective, I’d score her higher than a 6. However, beauty is subjective. What one finds beautiful is not always seen the same way by another. Using this guy’s rating mechanic and his goal to date equal to or higher, what makes him think a 10 rated woman would want to be seen with a 8 rated male?

The whole thing is preposterous! Beauty is very much within the eye of the beholder and should not be subjective to a dumb ratings method.

I’d like to think I’ve rejected the chance of a relationship based on compatibility, not because of looks alone.

Thoughts of: authorchrisbrown

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