P.A. Smit

“My sword is called ‘Writing’ and I sharpen it with words and develop my technique through storytelling.” Feedback is always appreciated as are kind words and encouragement.

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P.A. Smit

“My sword is called ‘Writing’ and I sharpen it with words and develop my technique through storytelling.” Feedback is always appreciated as are kind words and encouragement.

334

Writings

Followers

Following

Forever Sealed

P.A. Smit

1 min read

Forever closed shut

Sealed for all eternity

Never to be free

Now a wall not a window

But still see through me you can...

Poetry

Pass The Wine Please

P.A. Smit

1 min read

“I need to confess something… I did it. Now, can you please pass the wine?”

“No Daisy not you.”

“Yes Dan it was me. Now pass the wine please.”

“Daisy say it ain’t so?”

“Yes Uncle Robert, it’s true. Now someone pass the wine.”

“By the heavens, my dear child, have you no shame?”

“No Aunt Beatrice, no shame here. Pass the wine please.”

“My little girl, oh my little girl.”

“It’s alright sweetheart, we...

Humour

Strictly No Restrictions

P.A. Smit

1 min read

All her life they were unchallenged.

Now they are being threatened.

Casey King has always been an over achiever in everything she’s done, from school work to athletics she has always excelled. Now she is being rewarded for it with a two year trip around Europe where she gets to pursue her schooling anyway she wants.

When she arrives, Casey meets Elisa, a beautiful little troublemaker, and her b...

Romance

YA fiction

Boats

P.A. Smit

1 min read

Boats.

Boats, Boats, Boats.

Boats, Boats.

Boats… bo… boats?

BOATS!! BOATS!!

Boats…

Boats, Boats, Boats, Boats

BOOAAAATTTSSS!!!!!

Boats, Boats

Boats?

Boats, Boats

Boats! Boats! BOATS!!

Boatsboatsboatsboatsboatsboatsboats!!!

Boats, Boats, Boats

…

Boats....

Humour

Just Wanna Talk

P.A. Smit

1 min read

“We are getting impatient, Henry. You know very well we don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I have already given you my answer already! I have a wife and a baby on the way, I can’t do any work right now. Please, Mr. Red, I just want to retire.”

“You knows we can’t do that, Henry. You’re too valuable of an asset. If you won’t come in of your own accord, we do have… other ways to make you comply.”

“...

Thriller

Crime

Beauty In Silence

P.A. Smit

1 min read

Beautiful.

Peaceful.

Silent.

As I walk through the woods that day, those are the words I choose to use.

I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the freshness of the earthy air. Light trickles through the canopy above, allowing me to take in the forests colours. The leaves, dark green in the shade, vibrant in the light, the rainbow of browns of the dirt path and the tree bark, and the foliage...

Fantasy

Adventure

Abseil-lutely Not, But Ok

P.A. Smit

2 min read

“You want to do what now?” I ask Rachel as we sit there in the cafe, drinking our $10 coffees.

“I want to abseil down a building,” she says nonchalantly as she takes a sip of her coffee. “It’s been something I’ve wanted for to do for a while and I figured with things going so well between us that you might want to join me.”

I just blink in shock. Sure things were going great, actually better then...

Weekly Flowers

P.A. Smit

1 min read

Everyday, of every week

He comes and buys the same flowers

Monday it’s marigolds

A piece of gold and ray of sun

To begin the week anew

Tuesday it’s tulips

Red, yellow, white and pink

A rainbow to brighten the day

Wednesday it’s wallflowers

Purple and gold, four petals and all

Weirdly enough, they don’t grow on a wall

Thursday it’s tiger lilies

A fierce name for sure

But beautiful nonetheless...

Poetry

Abandon All Hope

P.A. Smit

4 min read

The days are starting to blur together.

I don’t know if it’s Monday or Friday, yesterday or tomorrow, hell, I couldn’t even tell you the month. But what I do know, without a single doubt in my mind, is that I am done living in this tedium of a post apocalyptic nightmare.

I’ve tried to find people, some semblance of what ever society is left, but I’ve had no luck. I had a dog once. A little fluff...

Horror

Thriller

Rainfall

P.A. Smit

1 min read

Cold like stone,

Warm like fire,

Heartbroken,

Love spoken,

Memories forgotten

Retold and remembered

Bitterness

Jaw clenched

Angry, confused

Why?

Pain, hurt

Eyes redden

Fists clenched

Cloud cover

And the rain falls

Washing away the pain....

Poetry