I am not a writer.
I am barely even a human being.
At least that’s what they tell me.
Despite that however, I do have an ego and occasionally vomit things that resemble sentences onto paper as if they matter. Like the rest of the meat puppet sideshows who call themselves creative, I have a hollow in my heart that can only be filled by other people’s emotions.
Here is a selection of my least despicable words.
The poems are split into three sections: Love (Sweet), Hate (Sour) and Miscellaneous (Umami). The short stories are split into one section…Short Stories.
Some of this is irrelevant, some useless and most just plain meaningless.
Copyright Scott Midlane 2015