Henry Watson
Bio
I was told to start writng my feelings down as a way to move through my grief, so after a few poems of loss, I have started to write poems of love, and micro stories of romance.
Stories (7)
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The Library Of My Mind
The library Of My Mind In my mind there was a library of memories, and that’s where my book of love was. Along with all my memories, stored on a shelf, in the back, covered in dust, broken. There were books scattered all around the room that was my mind, open to various things, fear, hate, horror and loneliness.
By Henry Watson2 months ago in Fiction
The Cafe
Short Story 1 – The Café There I was, a stranger in a strange place, no family, no friends, what was I to do. I had to leave my home, it had been destroyed by fire, I had lost everything, so I wandered through the countryside looking, searching, for what I did not know. I had money so that was not the problem, I purchased clothes and things I needed as I went, but still I was missing something, and I would keep wondering the countryside until I found it.
By Henry Watson2 months ago in Fiction
Your Away
Your Away He was sitting there, watching, gazing out the window, waiting for the one person he has grown to depend on, the one he has so desperately been waiting for. She has been away for a long time, she had to return to her native country, the authorities had sent her back after her visa had expired, there was a mistake in some of the paperwork, and it had to be sorted out before she could return to him.
By Henry Watson2 months ago in Fiction
