Well . . . . here it is ! ! !
My first foray into the field of creative writing . . like a lot of you, i have secretly harboured a desire to be recognized, validated and maybe even receive a little feedback on my creative endeavours, limited though they have been thus far.

I have spent a sizeable proportion of my life in what many would consider "dead end jobs" waiting for my chance to step out of the metaphorical shadows so to speak and reach for the stars and stake my claim. . . whats that you say. . . MELODRAMATIC ?,. . . yeah i guess you're right.

I choose not to take it all too seriously as life really is too short, but it is true that i have always had a desire to write creatively or at least write for an audience who may be so kind as to point me in the "write" direction, (i hope Helium doesn't have a strict policy regarding atrocious puns!), and maybe even gently explain where i might be falling short.

My punctuation is less than impeccable and i hope to improve as i progress, so please bear with me whilst i am finding my feet. . . (I know, i know, they're at the end of my legs. . . Jeez your jokes are even worse than mine.

If there is ever anything i can do to help, or if you are new to helium and have burning questions that you just don't seem to be able to get answered, please don't hesitate to contact me and i will do all i can to put you in the picture as best i can.

Take care and strive to make today your best day ever, whilst remembering to do the same thing all over again tomorrow then rinse and repeat.
Peace out,
Jack.

My passion is ...

Ladders

I know too much about ...

EVERYTHING

My parents always told me ...

Be more like the other kids . . . .

My childhood ambition ...

To be Doctor Who (and still my ambition today . .tut. . sad i know!)

My favorite memory ...

Any Christmas eve

Why I write ...

For I MUST

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Green Day's bullet in a bible, James herbert's Nobody true and Doctor Who last of the timelords. . . confusing!

My first job ...

Child

My best moment ...

Waking up STILL ALIVE every morning, (so far!)

My inspiration ...

People, and seeing the potential that they dont even realise they possess

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The railroad

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The unknown destination, he craved imagination.
Lest he be trapped here forevermore.
With the mundane existence, which he would not have for her.
The sleeping babe in his arms.

Less than one year on this cruel earth.
and already she had known such trials.
No mother now to soothe her cries.
Daddy vowed that she'd know better.

And so to honour the promise he made to his soul mate, to give their child better.
He made tracks...toward the tracks, the tracks that promised a life.
A life free from pain, sorrow and the hardship he had known all his life.
A better life.

The scar on...

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