A short story

They were seated in the boat. Lying in the stern, Nick watched his
father row. As he tried to get up, he felt a jolt of pain shooting up
his arm. He looked to his right; a rusty nail missing the piece of
wood it used to attach had sliced open his skin.
A drop of blood flowed down onto his hand, onto his finger. Slowly it
dripped into the water. One, two, three drops. Drip, drip, drip into
the water. He looked over the edge of the boat. It was red. Red
everywhere. Rowing, rowing on a sea of blood. A faceless monster
jumped out, went over the boat and fell back into the water. Nick
dipped his hand inside it. It burned. Little by little it came into
the boat. Red. So much red. As it covered him, flooding his nose,
mouth, ears and eyes, he suddenly understood that he would never die.

Tick-tock

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Goes life's clock

You can't stop

From building up

Tock-tick, tock-tick

Life's a click

You must pick

It all ends quick

Ding-dong, ding-dong

The hour's rung

Listen well

It's not for long

Dong-ding, dong-ding

Nothing

Everything

Anything?

One, two

Life is poo

Three, four

Life's a whore

Five, six

Life's a kiss

Seven, eight

Life is great

Nine, ten

Life… was when?

Introduction

This is a quite unnecessary introduction to a quite unnecessary blog.

But at times in my life, I feel like I need to let out some steam, or in this case, some words.
(And no, screaming just won't do.)

Hope you enjoy it.



PS: This is a sister blog to

http://divagacionesdeunadolescentenormal.blogspot.com/
and
http://divagationsdunadolescentnormal.blogspot.com/

Because I speak Spanish and French too.
Yeah, I'm that awesome.