Dark Words: Dark tales, Darker poetry
We all have dark times in our lives; times when the clouds of uncertainty gather about us, when the shadows in our minds slam shut the doorway of hope.
These are times when the future looks bleak, when tomorrow is nothing more than a harbinger of anguish and our past lives a wasteland of futile labour.
Sitting in darkened rooms, listening to sad songs and reading dark words lends a little comfort to our souls as we contemplate the tattered remains of our world.
This book shares those days, the long cold nights of loneliness and apprehensive dread of what bleakness awaits us when the sun rises.
An amalgamation of Dark tales, Darker poetry and still Darker prose.
Emotional, deep, touching, scary, even dreadful, sickening, frightful in parts.
Dark words ventures into your soul, its bony tendril fingernails scratching your innermost fears, picking at your heart, probing your mind and twisting it into an abhorrent tumour of anxious evocative revulsion.
This is a book you NEED to read, a book which pushes boundaries.
**TW. Trigger warning: Contains graphic, illustrative descriptions of self-harm.
Excerpt from ‘Roll of the dice’ – Dark Words:
This bar was like one of so many bars located on a towns deteriorating streets. The type of bar which exist only because the last few regular customers have not yet passed away.
Even the exterior slouched wearily, like an aged man with asthma, over the grey pavement. The interior fared little better. It was painted in a sad shade of shit brown, covered with dandruff of dust.
The only glimmer of promise reflected from the whisky bottles standing in disorderly conduct on the grimy shelves and from the brass beer pump which looked incongruous standing upright in the centre of the counter like a golden penis.
The true irony was the beer pump alone was the only object in the entire bar that could stand erect. Its very presence, so predominantly on display, seemed to mock the old men whose only recollection of penile function is shrouded in the befuddled fog of distant memory…
An interesting and meaningful book of short works, from author, Paul White
Some of the shorts in this book are dark and insightful stories…
I particularly liked the short stories and unexpected endings of Eyes Like a Ghost and Neat and Orderly, and the haunting poem Today I Cried.
Others bring to life the feelings of self-hate, worthlessness and loneliness that comes with depression.
Those parts of the book are hard-hitting and were emotionally difficult for me to read, but also comforting!
I’m not a fan of trigger warnings in general, however, parts of this book contain descriptions of self-harm.
I am a multi-genre author of fiction, semi-fiction and non-fictional works. I have published books ranging from Children’s stories to tales of Crime and Violence, from personal accounts of the worlds War Zones to Emotive Poetry books and the humorous side of Military Social History to Twisted tales of both Magic and Gremlins
A common topic running through many of my stories is that of life, of love, happiness, laughter, anger, anguish, fear, uncertainty, pain and loss. All the common denominators of the most important matter of all, the human condition.
I am the founder of CQI Magazine and Electric Eclectic, writer of the blogs, ‘Ramblings from a Writers Mind‘ (writing about writing for writers) and Wild Geese, the independent traveller’s blog.
As for myself… I have a warped sense of humour, I love good food, good wine and great company. I am an ardent independent traveller, a nature lover and supporter of ecological and wildlife preservation.
Go on, check me out… you know you want too.
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