James Walpole : Writing

Fred

Fred

A Story by James Walpole


The story of Fred who could quite easily kill you, but he could love you too.
The Room

The Room

A Story by James Walpole


A story about a room that eats the couple who live there.
The End

The End

A Story by James Walpole


The drunken man swayed at the bar, ‘is this real?’ he stretched his hands out to imply the surrounding reality he existed in and pondere..
Happy

Happy

A Story by James Walpole


Happy, story, quirky , simple, character, flash fiction
Time

Time

A Poem by James Walpole


Sometimes I don’t see you movingYou’re as big as the universeBut there is never enough of you to go around.Do you have any family?Are you ..
It Doesn't Make Sense, It Just Rhymes

It Doesn't Make Sense, It Just Rhymes

A Poem by James Walpole


It rhymed, it seemed sensibleAlthough maybe reprehensibleBecause it didn’t quite make sense,Questions with no answersIntensifying with the quest..
Butchered Little Art Pieces

Butchered Little Art Pieces

A Poem by James Walpole


With tender eyesYou tenderize me,meat hooks sinking inwith the looksthat guide theknife that sliceswith each touch of skinthe cold metallic table,unab..
Touch

Touch

A Poem by James Walpole


Whispering fingerson skinas the nervesreach upto be electrifiedby soft slight fingers,feeling lingersin those places,tiny impulses,nails likeghosts of..
Toothpaste

Toothpaste

A Poem by James Walpole


You left the lid off the toothpaste.I didn’t want to say anything.Instead I let the resentment build up with each day passing,Every morning and ..
The Mist

The Mist

A Story by James Walpole


It was one in the morning and it was dark outside, street lamps like the ember of cigarettescasting orange auras over small areas and illuminating bus..

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