Deborah Robinson
Bio
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
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The Arrow of Ambition
The Arrow of Ambition My head is still ringing with the sounds of battle cries. The sounds grown men make when they face death haunt the spaces in my mind like dark shadows. Despite the years of fighting and killing, sending arrows through eyeballs and flesh, I can never get used to the screams, the pleading, the guttering, gurgling noises as blood drowns a man.
By Deborah Robinson10 months ago in Fiction
The Great Fire
Her voice broke as she cried out. She was in a crippling state of panic, and the adrenaline almost blinded her. She looked around her little home- it was simple, but clean, and contained all of her favourite items: pretty glassware she’d found discarded in the mud at the Thames; the greens and browns reflecting the sinister colours of the fire. Books she'd loved and read time and again. Sketches she'd done of London, propped up on the fireplace.
By Deborah Robinson11 months ago in Fiction
