People used to tell me that the true sound of death, was silence.
Normal By D.I. Jolly
It’s the perfect life.
The normal life.
It’s the life everyone wants.
Questions By D.I. Jolly
What if I’m actually too old?
Heritage by D.I. Jolly
Heritage by D.I. Jolly A prose poem It was 4 years to the day that the letter arrived, four years to the day since the incident where my father, a quiet man with a strange sense of humour apparently lost control. It had often been said that he used to tell himself jokes, because only…
Cyber Bullying – A Poem
One of my rare poems.
The Witching Hour by D.I. Jolly
And somehow that would make everything alright, like the rain.
Love’s Dream
I watched the person I love most in the world grip hands with a dream and drop out of reality towards the pavement.
Centre Stage By D.I. Jolly
But it is still possible to drown in bright clear water, on a hot sunny day, surrounded by people.
More 42 Word Stories by D.I. Jolly
I am not lonely, you are lonely. Shut up!!
Comfort Zone By D.I. Jolly
His muscles all tensed and he opened his mouth to scream, but the rushing air caught the sound in his throat and he stifled.