One of the first adult horror novels I remember reading was Carrie by Stephen King. My dad had a copy (which I still have), and we watched the movie together too, though I don’t recall if I read or watched it first. I was probably around 11 or 12 at the time, which some people […]
Waiting for the Bucket to Drop — Writing Scared
Ling hid down by the river. Waited. Listened. All she heard was the breeze whispering in the treetops. She got up on her feet. She was the only one who had survived the attack, the shame ripped her soul. Her troop was gone. Her Sargent. Her mates. She didn’t know where she was, the map and the compass had been in the backpack. The sun was going down. Southwest. She knew the base camp should be to the east. Darkness invaded the forest, the bushes got denser as she walked. She heard the sounds of little animals jumping from tree to tree, birds flying in the leaves. They sounded unquiet, stressed. Tree-trunks were scraping together somewhere in the dark. There had ben gunshots, but she hadn’t seen any enemies. The troop had been separated by the dense vegetation. Then the shooting had started. Between some bushes she hid to sleep. The night was cold and dark, the moon could not be seen. She hadn’t seen any enemy since the attack. Strange, she was deep into enemy territory. They should be swarming. She walked with caution. Further ahead there was some kind of movement. She went closer. It could be enemies, or it could be her own. Maybe some large animal. She was starving. She got down, crawled under the bushes. Got a view. There was a cluster of plants. Human bodies were hanging from the trees. Animals. The branches moved, but there was no wind. Roots unattached from the ground… (more)
War of the Woods — Fictionspawn
A while back I approached the UK’s Youth Nature Network, A Focus On Nature (AFON), after I saw that they were searching for contributions to their blog that centred around people who perhaps had a different story to tell, for example People Of Colour, etc. When they stated they’d love a piece I decided to […]
A Small Brown Elephant – My take on Diversity in Wildlife and how I got here. — Wild Heart
If you didn’t know already, I’m sort of a nature nerd. I watch endless hours of documentaries on animals, have seen everything David Attenborough has been in, and Jane Goodall is one of my personal heroes. Some animals, like dolphins and members of the cat family particularly capture my interest, but another group of critters […]
Death Spiral, Reviewer Edition — Writing Scared
Felt like a bit of colourful shimmery painting today. Bringing a bit of bright to a dreary day.
(c) K Wicks
A lovely pink December sunrise.
(c) K Wicks
Hey Guys! I am Max and I will be attempting to construct one of the articles in my “end of the year series” today. This series consists of Worst Books of 2020, Best Books of 2020 and Most Anticipated Releases of 2020. Today, I will be manufacturing the most controversial article in this series and […]
Worst Books Of 2020 — Maxxesbooktopia
The garden grew, distancing her from the outside world. She sunk into the shadows of the wild growing roses and the tall, majestic trees. Something, someone, lurked between the branches, in the darkness behind the leaves. -What do you want? she screamed, breaking the silence. Soft wind far above was the only answer… (more)
Another Prey — Fictionspawn
Despite my overwhelming and sometimes irrational fear of sharks as a child (thanks Jaws), I am fascinated by them, current and past. I guess I thought if I learnt about them then I would be less fearful. I am not less fearful at all, they are fantastic killing machines when that is their purpose, so I determined I should be fearful. If I am in the sea of course.
I did continue to watch the other Jaws films, deep blue sea and of course The Meg. I drew the line at watching The Shallows though, just the synopsis increased my heart rate to uncomfortable. My imagination was enough there, didn’t need to see it (thanks Hyperphantasia!). I am in awe though of the idea and reality of the Megalodon, the sheer size of it and to think it was potentially as abundant as other sharks are today. It really is a monster of the past, vastly scaled down for our time in the sharks we have today, but luckily we are left with the teeth as a reminder of what used to lurk in the deep.
I have two different Megalodon teeth in my fossil collection which are two smaller ones.
(c) K Wicks
The calm of nature’s designs.
Up Close With Nature — Jane Lurie Photography
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