Thanos (Keatsian sonnet)

Happy dance: my Keatsian sonnet received 

an honorable mention in a Bout-rimés competition of The Spectator magazine!

 THANOS

You know not thirst or hunger, once you’re dead,

No more you’re blinded by the scorching sun

When tilling barren fields, no need to run

From friends turned foes. Death is the sweetest mead,

While life is bitter. Too much life will lead

To ruin. Believe, I dread what must be done,

I am no brute. I do not find it fun

To kill the wretched folk, I do not weed

The weak, imperfect ones. No, I would never

Play God, I know my place. When morning frost

Kills budding blooms, I cry. And when the shrills

Of half the universe subside, then ever

So keenly I will feel all I have lost,

   Alone, I’ll watch the sun set o’er the hills.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy) 

BORN, Hugh Howey fanfic

I'm truly grateful to those who read, rated my story and left comments.


Thanks to you BORN is in 3rd place so far, but the competition is not over yet.


If you liked BORN, please spread the word.


If you haven't read BORN, please check it out.


Here's how to find it:

Go to booktrack.com

Once on the site type the following in the search window: hughhoweyfanfic

BORN by Sasha A. Palmer will show up among other stories


Thank you.

#hughhoweyfanfic story BORN by Sasha A. Palmer

You must have heard about this cool competition by now. If not there's still time.

Read HALF WAY HOME by Hugh Howey and join in the fun.

And while you are at it, please check out the fanfic story BORN by Sasha A. Palmer :-)

It's just a few pages long, won't take much of your time.

I would appreciate the reads and comments.

Thank you,

Sasha A. Palmer