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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
Tracey was just an average young lady working in a diner in another grey American town that seemed to be soulless, nothing ever happened in Timber Lake, there was nothing exciting at all, that is why Tracey took this job to earn some money and get out of that town. Months had turned to years and now she felt trapped in that diner, she was the joke of the town, how come an English lass ended up in the back of beyond? Most of the customers only dreamed of England and obviously she was the target of many jokes, this made her life even more frustrating and made the lady even more hostile. That all changed one day when an explosion erupted on 13th avenue knocking her out of her usual daydream, she was faced with life changing choices, facing life or death choices, when she asked for some excitement in this town this was definitely not what she had in mind. Can Tracey survive all that was happening in what seemed to be a lifeless neighbourly town in America? Will her gritty nature and dry sarcasm be the death of her? Will she be able to overcome all the odds that were stacked high against her? The author invites you to Timber Lake where there are more secrets than dreams.
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Just in Timber Lake.
This nasty little book is dedicated to all the hidden rampant demons that can be found in every dark hole in this vast universe.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichJust a Beginning.
We can’t all be great writers some of us cannot write at all but that does not make them anything different from one who can. There are writers who have stopped writing and there are people who dream of being a bestselling author.
Whoever you are, you are welcome on my train of thought called Just, has the joke worn thin? Is there any humour left on planet Earth? This train has been running off the rails for the last few years , if your imagination is as good as mine then turn it on now, don’t let the grammatical barriers weigh you down, let this story be how you want it, give the main characters different names if that is your thing, oh and by the way welcome to Timber Lake.
The Lake.
In was the deepest darkest most treacherous corner of the known universe
It was where all survivors suffered and all heroes failed
It was a place of limited fantasy in what would have been a fantastic world
It is where our deepest darkest tale will be told
It was always dark for most of the cruel year
The temperature cold and the wind was bitter
No beast could survive in this inverted paradise
There only ever lived the foulest parasite
It was a lake but it was not filled with the sweetest purest water
It was the accumulation of centuries of blood and sweat and slaughter
Nothing survived yet nothing was ever alive
It was a living, dying petri dish of the universes worst bacteria
The air was foul the toxic gases mixed with what seemed to be sulphur
Volcanic mountains in the background continued to spew its lava
Earthquakes shook this place moving huge rocks as if a game of football
The landscape scarred with strange indentions like an Egyptian scroll
In the midst of another deafening earthquake
The foul liquid in the trough of death rose
For centuries this murky mirror did not ripple
What did this tremor do to move this lake so?
If this was music then it must have been a philharmonic orchestra
A tidal wave of doomed notes moved the stagnant water
If something moved in the depths it was too dirty to tell
There was a crackle of static in the air and a god awful smell
Then through the mist and the fury something in the lake appeared
Something ominous and threatening something to fear
It rose from the lake with a supernatural flutter
It carved through the foul liquid like a knife slicing butter
Soon it was nearing the shore a colourless bogeyman on the way out
Changing shape, changing form and changing colour
Black was the night, black was the lake so black become the demon
What was the meaning of this, to arrive and not be welcome?
The static in the air reached a tipping point
A huge violent fork of lightning blasted the lake
The violet light of the bolt blinded our view
The thunder roar made the ground shake
The silence returned and the lake was not lively anymore
There was no foul demon rising to the shore
The scene had returned lifeless and motionless
So what became of the demon?
Where did it go?
Read on my fiend
If you really what to know…
Summer Time Dreams.
They were swinging with the sway of disco
They were singing on another summer’s day
They were eating hotdogs and mild ketchup
They were kissing sixteen times in the hay
They were careless and free
They were sitting pretty
They had hormones in tilt
Even though they still drank milk
It was an all American scene
It was their summer time dream
It was so swell on the beach by the lake
It proved to be the deadliest of mistakes
They were the cool cats and American footballers
They were the cutest and sexiest cheerleaders
They girls wore the smallest of polka dot bikinis
The boys just stood and ogled and combed back their hair
They had to have large muscles to become a quarterback
They munched on a million types of steroids
Their dicks were small and their brains were smaller
But you know the line, boys will be boys
They were horny yet they did not know what to do
Only one fallen angel knew how to screw
She spent her time in the bars in nearby towns
Her reputation stated she knew how to go down
It was their summer time dreams
It was life in their bubbling teens
