Memories
written by: James Hancock
@JimHank13
Dazzling fields of summer’s gold
with broken bales of sweetest hay
I walk down lanes of memory
the never-ending warmth of day
Sunbeams shine through the green
birds rest atop the tallest trees
bees gather to work wildflowers
a flood of vivid memories
Pockets in time, love eternal
the scent, the taste, the sound, the look
captured in my feelings jar
the early chapters of my book
A thousand moments of my life
stories to be called upon
memories made in readiness
when carefree years have long since gone
To experience the journey full
an important rule must be told
enjoy life whilst you’re young
appreciate it when you’re old
James writes stories which are a little bizarre. He enjoys taking readers down strange and seldom trodden paths. Often dark, and always with a twist or two along the way. Comedy, thriller, horror and weird fairy tales. Stories to make you laugh. Stories to make you cry. Stories to make you leave the bedroom light on. But most importantly, stories you will want to share with your friends. But they might not thank you for it. Most of James’ stories would sit on the shelf somewhere between horror and dark comedy. There are also elements of fantasy, a generous dollop of thriller, and a toe firmly planted in the pool of sci-fi. Not that James writes all genres, but rather he writes stories which often mix two or three genres together. Forced to hide under the bed, but laughing whilst you’re there. He is a storyteller with twenty years’ experience in flash fiction, short stories, longer stories and screenplays. He rarely suffers from writer’s block and considers himself fortunate to be the victim of writer’s overwhelm. The ideas keep on coming. Where they come from is a mystery. A mystery best left unsolved. He lives in England, with his wife and two daughters. And a bunch of pets he insisted his girls could NOT have. His website: James Hancock: Author on WordPress.
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