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If you own an Amazon Kindle device and are always looking for something new (and free) to read, you will be able to download my novels for free, while on promo.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/James-Record/e/B009URUYXC – For UK

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The next promotion will begin on the 24th July 2016.

Also if you have Amazon Prime, or Kindle Unlimited you can download them for free anytime.

Instant Film

Written by James Record in 2016.

Life moves on like a roll of film,
Each day a snapshot of the day before;
The next frame changes only slightly,
A whole year goes by twenty four days at a time.

The actors in my story make the same mistakes,
Over and over again,
As though the same scenes were being played out,
Time and time again.

This film is very sensitive to light,
Better kept in a darkened room.
Dust damages the thin surfaces,
And weakens the projector’s vision.

Film takes time to develop properly,
But everyone wants to see the action now.
If the proper preparations are not taken,
The whole movie will be lost forever.

Sometimes it feels life is being played in slow motion,
Or in a single photo, hung to dry,
Waiting for a technician,
To tell us when we are ready for the world to see.

The movie comes to an end,
Far too quickly these days.
If we do not appreciate each frame as it passes,
The sooner we will become an empty reel.

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The Island

Written by James Record in 2016.

A secluded island to myself,
In the middle of nowhere,
Millions of miles from civilisation;
I’m in a world of my own.

The sun sears my weak skin,
Yet I try to enjoy the fine weather,
Before the daily storm returns,
To flood my sanctuary.

Every day that comes,
Is the same as the previous.
I’ve been stuck on this island for three years,
But it feels more like three hundred.

I cannot leave this island,
Trust me I have tried.
The current is too strong to overcome;
Relentless rains put out my signal fire.

The sea salt blurs my vision;
I cannot trust what I see.
I fear the sound of hidden monsters,
Which are as imaginary as this rock.

After many years the tides change;
I wasn’t so far from the people I left.
Even if nobody noticed I was gone,
The world to me has moved on.

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The Shadow

Written by James Record in 2016.

A shadow’s creator is unknown;
A cold black projection of their self,
For people to walk all over;
And no one stops to ask who made it.

The shadow bearer briefly feels ten-foot-tall,
As the failing sun casts their silhouette,
Over the busy people,
Who care not for the invisible one.

As the sun finally sets,
The world is plunged into darkness once more.
Now the shadow is truly invisible,
Indistinguishable from the shade of the horizon.

The shadow’s only legacy,
Fades into the background.
The cold night is silent for one,
Who is seen neither by day nor by night.

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We’re Back

After a few small problems with the server hosting, this website has been transferred to a different server and the domain has been set up to redirect to the new server. Other than that is isn’t much else to mention really.

Changing Seasons

Written by James Record in 2015.

You would not believe how quickly,
I can change from a tranquil summer’s day,
To the worse of winter’s fury,
And then back again to peace and calm.

My mood:
More changeable than the weather,
Less predictable than the seasons,
And more unstable than the lows,
Which dominate the system.

The benevolent clouds,
Unleash hailstorms only prophets could see.
The twisters and the hurricanes may look menacing,
But are really just hot air mixing with the cold.

From winter blues to blue skies of paradise,
My body shakes more,
Than the tops of trees in a violent gale.
The monsoon returns;
Six months of torrential rains batter the world,
I’ve spent all winter rebuilding.

The dry season is short,
And the deserts turns my dreams to dust,
And the coarse sands wear down my confidence,
But a respite I must take advantage of,
Before the land clouds over again,
And the rains wash away all my progress.

The glacial ice is refreshing.
Some days I prefer the dark chills to the glaring sun,
But the ice will one day melt away again,
And send me back into the warmth.
We can’t hide from our own nature.

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Fantasy novel has a title

I have spent the past few months pondering over possible names for my latest book, and I keep coming back to the same one:

Stones of Akenmore

Akenmore is the name of the kingdom the main character Nativus is from, and the stones, well I’m not going to ruin the story with spoilers, but let’s just say it involves trace amounts of time travel.

Unfortunately one thing I’m still unable to confirm is its release date, and I suspect the editing will take quite some more time, but I’m working on it almost every day so it should be within the next few months.

A Little Bit of Honesty

Written by James Record in 2015.

Honesty,
Is all it takes.
How can we proceed into the light,
If we are weighed down by shadows?

This is not only for spiritual of us,
Because even the most rational,
Will still feel the strains of self-doubt,
And refuse to accept their limitations.

First we must accept we have a burden,
Before we can find the remedy.
As when taking antibiotics when all you have is fever,
Taking the wrong steps to recovery,
Will only drag the problems along with us.

Sometimes the lies distance us from those we love,
And protect those we think can’t hold the truth.
We are just as fallible as anyone else,
And believing that is the simplest kind of honestly.

Honesty doesn’t mean never telling a lie,
And it doesn’t mean being sinless or perfect.
Honesty means accepting our faults and our imperfections,
And not being afraid to share them with others.

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Puppet Master

Written by James Record in 2015.

A giant hand holds your puppet limbs by wire,
Twisting and conforming your every move.
A ventriloquist dictates your speech;
Your mouth moves, but the words are not your own.

A guide takes you along the trail,
No questions are asked about what fate may bring,
If one were to disobey and look over the precipice.

Maybe you might see yourself in the reflection,
Of the misty pools at the foot of the cliffs.
Perhaps, he’s waiting for you;
And you’ll forever be afraid of what might happen,
If you take a chance.

Driven back from the edge,
Forced to resume your life,
Where all your choices will forever be guided by safety.

The worse that will happen,
Is you’ll fall into the deep black ocean with me;
But at least if you make a mistake,
You will not be alone.

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Frozen Heart

Written by James Record in 2015.

A heart of frozen ice.
The ink in my pen too cold to flow,
A gloved hand too clumsy to write well,
A pen scratched outline leaves scars,
Where dark words should live;
A ghost; an impression;
These are the words I have to say to you.
Blank pages scare me more than my thoughts.

You may read my lips a thousand times,
And still not know what I am saying.
Your absence is as clear,
As this frosty dawn.

I cannot hear what it is you trying to speak,
With silent motionless lips,
When you hide beneath a winter’s outfit;
So warm and comforting.
Some days it becomes easier to hide;
Than face your demons of ice and stone.

Where is the soup to warm your mind?
And resuscitate your hypothermic body?
The ice that seals your tomb is not a permanent feature;
Of this crypt.
Instead it only takes a little warmth of friendship,
To melt away the icy bars of this prison,
And set you free into a spring of love and happiness.

Yet you turn down the thermostat,
And put another layer onto yourself,
A scarf to hide your face;
Or your shame?
There is no need to hide when your plum-red complexion,
And your rosy intellect,
Are fit for all to see.
Yet you choose a bed of stone,
As cold as the crypt you choose to sleep in.
This is not the way; you know that a warm reception,
Awaits only for you to bring back cheerful smiles.

There is no need to lie,
When we already know the truth.
There is no need to deny,
When you already have the proof.

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